It’s been well over a year now, I was sitting right here in my computer chair typing away on an email when I felt something in my beard, on the left side of my face near my ear, and rubbed at it. It was a spider, it bit me, and the whole side of my face swelled up so badly I nearly chose to drive to the hospital emergency room.
But I waited it out for a few hours and the swelling started to subside, so that was that, but I always wondered where that damned spider came from. Until now. Here I am, sitting in the same chair doing pretty much the same thing and at the top of my peripheral vision something is moving downward.
Leaning back, I see it’s a SPIDER, on a thread, aiming for my head. I clapped it between my hands and killed it, and on inspection, it’s one ugly, long-legged nasty looking little bug, and apparently it sensed that I might make a meal for it and this is the tactic it uses to attack it’s prey and suck some juices from. This would work if I were a dog or hamster or well-fed politician. Not so well with me, though.
But the tricks of bugs… Waaaay back when I was a teenager, some cockroaches invaded the family home, we suspected they came in with a cardboard box from the grocery, and of course we quickly eradicated them. But not before they announced their presence by crawling across the ceiling to a point over our dinner plates and dropping square into them. Agh! The horror. Akk! The disgust. You don’t forget a thing like that.