I am not often frightened by much, except perhaps the occasional spider. A fear of which I am slowly overcoming. Though, my husband reminds me otherwise. However, what he does not realize is that I smacked a spider out of my friend’s hair while our natives played at the park. Not once, but twice. It was quite the resilient and stubborn spider.
I like to believe that my friend is eternally grateful for my act of heroism. Might I add that she received my smacks against the head like a proverbial champ, with a wide stance and being fully prepared for me to kill a spider in her hair. No fear of bug innards touching her scalp, just a warrior mentality to complete the mission. I sprung to action without much hesitation, just maybe some leeriness about how hard to smack my friend against the head in order to kill this arachnid barrette. The questionable nature of my smacks causing us both to scream “Is it dead?”, “Did you/I get it?”. The first time, no, I did not kill. I know this because several minutes later, upon feeling the creepy-crawliness of an all too familiar 8-legged sensation, my friend jumped off of the park bench, already knowing what to do in preparation for the spider killing. The second time I attempted to kill the spider is a mystery on if I actually killed the spider, but for the duration of our time at the park it had not crawled its way back into my friend’s hair. I will count that as a success. Mission accomplished. Team work. Yeah!
Spiders aside, it never fails that every morning when I pull open the curtains in the male native’s bedroom, I am startled by what appears to be a man clinging to his window. This man is always accompanied by what appears to be a rather large fly, or heaven forbid, a giant spider. I must use the term “giant” loosely, as spider size seems to be somewhat subjective when I am speaking about the matter with my husband.
After the initial shock, I come to my senses and realize that it is indeed a man clinging from my male native’s window. Spider-man, that is….and this gargantuan spider is a smudge of dirt or oil from the window repair work performed over the summer.
I’ll let you be the judge.
Oh God, what is that? Oh….never mind, Jennifer