I do not like spiders. I know they must have a purpose in nature and I am ever so grateful for their fulfilling their natural instinctual purpose. Just not around me. I wasn't even able to put a picture of a spider in this post. Uh uh. Even Lucy is in shock when she sees one!!
The first time a spider almost gave me a heart attack was right after my daughter and I moved into a house we called the tree house. She was 14 years old and her siblings weren't living at home by then. The upstairs addition was built like a tree house and the tall windows welcomed views of huge tree branches 360 degrees. It was great. Of course, the upstairs was my dominion.
One afternoon I bought a car load of groceries and parked the car by the back door to make it handier to shuttle the packages into the kitchen. On the next to last trip I stopped to talk to my daughter and we began putting the food away. It didn't seem like a long break, but when I opened the door to walk to the car for the rest of the groceries my nose touched the belly of a huge hairy spider. While I was inside that little while, the spider wove a criss cross web over the entire doorway! And was laying in wait for me to walk outside. It surprised me (and scared me) so much, I started panting for air and slowly backed up and could not speak. MY NOSE HAD TOUCHED A FRIGGIN' SPIDER! My eyes were so blurry by that time I couldn't describe the spider but I kept saying it was green and hairy. AND HUGE. That's all it took for me to never use the back door again. I know I am a woos, but I am the only one who can prevent me from having a heart attack. (That's why I don't do roller coasters or bungy jump). I only live like this for my good health.
Quite a few years later I was living in a townhouse by myself. Feeling pretty good about myself that I accomplished what looked like the impossible task sometimes: My kids were grown and on their own! I had my own place. I was renting a townhouse for awhile until I found a place to buy and fix up. (Oh yeah, I am into the fixing up stuff).
The downstairs half bath was large and the full size washer and dryer were stacked in that room. I worked from home and was always bare foot. Casual lifestyle and home office contributed to the attraction of working at home.
A week after I moved into the place, I ran downstairs to get a cup of coffee and ran into that downstairs bathroom for a quick stop. Just as I sat down, a brown spider ran out from under the washer. RAN. Not scurried. Ran right for my bare foot. I ran out of the bathroom. When I peeked around the corner later I didn't see the spider. I talked to some friends about that spider. This time I could give a good spidery description. My friends decided it must be a brown recluse spider. That's like telling someone who can't swim there is a man eating shark in their bath tub. I started wearing closed toe shoes to wash clothes and I stopped using that bathroom. When friends came over I told them to use the upstairs bathroom. I lived there for a year and a half and for the first time in my life wore shoes in the house. That spider had the power. And I was the one who gave it to him.