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changelingI'm going to spend the day at Steph's today. It's not because it's hot and Daharja's has no air-conditioning, though that's rapidly becoming a reason. It's because I'm arachnophobic.
Mostly it's under control. A few days ago I went to hang out a wash on the clothes line, and found that there was no peg bag because all the pegs were kept on the line, and were covered in spider webs. I started to hang things up regardless, and found a small spider nestling in one of the grooves. I freaked a bit, and went out and bought new pegs.
Just now I went out to bring in the clothes, so I could hang out the towel wash that finished. First I found that there was a thin spider web connecting the clothes line to the pocket of a pair of my shorts. I was a bit worried, but took it inside anyway. Then, when I came back out, I discovered a great big nasty-looking spider sitting on my bra. I freaked out and went inside to call Steph. She reminded me to "beat" the clothing I'd brought in, so I put on a pair of her shoes and trod on it, my mother's treatment for all gardening gloves and suchlike that are kept outside. I squished a small spider who had hoped to make my shorts its home. I went back outside, armed with a spray bottle of environmentally-friendly shower cleaner, and discovered the spider, folded up in a crevice of the bra. I sprayed it with the cleaner, and it leapt down the bra. I can usually deal reasonably well with spiders, but jumping spiders I'm completely phobic about. I may have given a womanly scream and gone inside to settle my nerves. The washing can stay there. I just wish I had my dad around to take it in for me.
Mostly it's under control. A few days ago I went to hang out a wash on the clothes line, and found that there was no peg bag because all the pegs were kept on the line, and were covered in spider webs. I started to hang things up regardless, and found a small spider nestling in one of the grooves. I freaked a bit, and went out and bought new pegs.
Just now I went out to bring in the clothes, so I could hang out the towel wash that finished. First I found that there was a thin spider web connecting the clothes line to the pocket of a pair of my shorts. I was a bit worried, but took it inside anyway. Then, when I came back out, I discovered a great big nasty-looking spider sitting on my bra. I freaked out and went inside to call Steph. She reminded me to "beat" the clothing I'd brought in, so I put on a pair of her shoes and trod on it, my mother's treatment for all gardening gloves and suchlike that are kept outside. I squished a small spider who had hoped to make my shorts its home. I went back outside, armed with a spray bottle of environmentally-friendly shower cleaner, and discovered the spider, folded up in a crevice of the bra. I sprayed it with the cleaner, and it leapt down the bra. I can usually deal reasonably well with spiders, but jumping spiders I'm completely phobic about. I may have given a womanly scream and gone inside to settle my nerves. The washing can stay there. I just wish I had my dad around to take it in for me.
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Date: 2006-01-27 02:05 am (UTC)Just reading this has made me all twitchy :-/
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Date: 2006-01-27 11:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-27 02:43 am (UTC)I luff you!
*GOOBERS*
...
*gets rid of the spiders for you*
Daharja has a remarkably spidery house.
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Date: 2006-01-27 11:53 am (UTC)THANK YOU. THANK YOU SO MUCH.
She does.
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Date: 2006-01-27 03:12 am (UTC)*cling* Ohmgiod, Biscuit, NONONONO. *twitch*
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Date: 2006-01-27 11:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-27 07:46 am (UTC)I keep hearing that the snakes and spiders in Aussieland are more venomous than any others most anywhere else...
and never mind drop bears :)
*hugs*
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Date: 2006-01-27 11:52 am (UTC)