Monday, August 17, 2009
Wednesday, August 05, 2009
Paranoia Justified
I've always been afraid of spiders. To the point that when I see one I prefer to spray it with something from afar (usually windex) in hopes of immobilizing it before I attempt to kill it. I don't just like to hit it with my shoe because who's going to clean the guts off of said shoe for me? Bleck!
Once whilst living in my Aunt and Uncles basement I came home really late one night and saw a spider in the corner of the room. There was no way I was killing it without some sort of reinforcements. So I prayed that it wouldn't devour me in the night. No seriously, I prayed about it. Then the next morning super de dooper early I cornered my cousin-in-law Ryan before he left for work to come down and do the honors of killing it.
Turns out it was a black widow. After he killed it we both spent some time jumping around and screaming like little girls. I don't know about him, but it made me feel better!
Flash forward to this Monday. I noticed that I had what appeared to be a small spider bite on, let's just call it my chestal region. By the end of the day it had a red ring around it and looked to be quite inflamed. Yesterday it was worse and now looked like it was blistering.
After searching my bed for any remnants of spider carcass to determine what type bit me (I have a feeling that it looked something like the above picture) I hied myself off this morning to see my doctor (yes, the one who hates me and whom I hate, which is clearly a story for another time). He informed me that it was in fact a venomous spider bite and prescribed me some antibiotics.
My point is that my paranoia now feels justified. Spiders are in fact out to eat me. If you need me I will be the one sleeping with a bottle of windex next to my bed and one weathered eye open ready to immobilize even the smallest of eight legged assassins.
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