Last night, I was in the bathroom, getting ready for bed, and I felt a tickle on the left side of my neck. My hair was down, so I assumed it was my hair brushing against my neck. I reached up with my left hand to idly brush the hair away when I happened to glance in the mirror and see a black spider crawling on my neck!!!!
I completely and utterly freaked out.
You know, you always want to think that under pressure, you’ll remain calm and keep a cool head. You imagine that in a crisis, everyone will fall apart but you, you’ll be the rock who doesn’t get excited or riled up. I have given up all such dreams. No, last night I instead screamed bloody murder and did this wild there’s-a-spider-on-my-neck dance that would have to be seen to be believed. My poor husband comes running into the bathroom, thinking I was dying or something, and all I could do was scream incoherently about there being a spider on the wall or the floor or the counter, I didn’t know but I had just threw it off of me, so I was sure it wasn’t on me and he had to kill it, and IT WAS ON MY NECK! He finally found it, huddled on the floor in a little ball.
“It’s just a little spider!” my husband laughed.
I didn’t happen to think it was that funny, strangely enough.
For the next hour, every time I felt a tickle on my body, or something brush up against me, I did a little mini-freak complete with wild gestures and crazy woman dances. The most amazing part is that I actually admit this on a public forum. Perhaps there’s more “crazy woman” in me than I realized. 
Hava
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