Postby QueenofBlades » Fri Jul 17, 2009 2:37 am
Kay, deviating from philosophy real quick:
I just went out to the car to get a bottle of soda out of the trunk--and I live in an apartment complex, so there are multiple cars parked side-by-side, ya know?
Anyway, it's nighttime (duh) and I'm only running out to the car for a second and I'm not wearing pants (shutup) so I just slip on some shorts and don't bother to button them.
I'm going round to the trunk of the car with the keys in my hand, between my car and another, when suddenly I feel I have run into a spiderweb.
Now, when I say spiderweb, I don't mean your run-of-the-mill barely there wispy type---nooo, this is the ones with the sticky threads like fishing line, that only those very large and mean looking spiders do right by your door to taunt you? Those horrid superspiders that your mom always says to 'leave alone because they're good for mosquitoes'? And not just a thread or two--noo, it was a whoooole web, finished and everything.
How this rather industrious spider had managed a very sturdy, finished web in only a few hours--since I got home from lunch---I have no idea, but I must say he did a very good job. I should also tell you that I have a thing about bugs--nasty, creeping things, that sneak up on you and don't even have the courtesy to make their physical presence known when they kill you and lay eggs in you and things. [Well, this is what the insane part of my brains tells my limbs, and my limbs dislike the rest of my brain for some reason so they listen]
So, I walk into the spiderweb--which, because it was dark, I had not previously seen--and my brain sort of explodes in this brilliant flash of 'AHH!' It was deciding whether I should give up and die, shed myself of my clothes, or run screaming. I came perilously to removing my shorts right then and there in the damn parking lot, just to ensure I had no spiders on me--which, I was convinced, I must have. First, though, I sort of tried to shake myself off, resulting in flinging the keys and my bracelet under two separate cars.
Terror quickly building, I ran--as fast as I possibly could, not caring who would see me and wonder why I was acting insane. This all happened in the space of...2? 3 seconds?
I ran all the way into the house, close to tears, shedding clothes as I went and demanded of my mother that she check me for spiders, including my hair. Of course, in my abstract terror, she was laughing at me hilariously, and I demanded again and again she recheck me for spiders. Nasty things.
Of course, there were none on me, thank gods, because I do not think what remained of my sanity would have survived a giant spider perched quite languorously on my collarbone.
Of course, then I had to put my clothes back on and go retrieve the keys and my bracelet, and get the soda as well, but I'm still a tad shaky and wanted to put it up somewhere.
It's also a rather interesting demonstration of the 'fight-or-flight' mechanism, don't you think? I was actually paralyzed with terror, which is just so interesting.
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Anyway, you may continue being morose now.
Sketchified.
