My mom has decided that it's probably a good idea for me to start walking with her in the mornings. I like walks, and I feel guilty for not exercising as a general rule. So I've agreed to join her at six-thirty every morning for a walk.
This morning was day one. I woke up and turned on the light, still groggy from a shorter night than I would have liked. But it was fine. I was up. I then happened to look at my wall and then I was truly awake. And truly terrified.
There crouched on my wall by the ceiling was an enormous black spider. It was bigger than a quarter. No joke! I couldn't access anything on that side of the bedroom for the fear that the monstrosity would leap onto me and inject poison into my body.
My mom came down to find me on my bed, legs against my chest, staring at the spider on the wall daring it to move, and praying that it wouldn't. My brave mother offered to kill the spider for me and I was finally able to put on my deodorant and clothes and leave on our walk.
I decided today that I will probably always be terrified of spiders. That fear is woven into my very being. And you know? I've gotten along just fine with it my entire life so farm I think I'll be able to cope with it for the rest of forever. And I will have a husband to kill the creepy crawlies someday. So I'll be just fine. I just might be a bit paralyzed until a gracious spider-slayer comes to my rescue.
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