I know a daddy-long-legs spider has less venom than Paris Hilton has brain cells, but that doesn’t make it any less scary to see one descend from the ceiling right in front of you. Two more grey hairs appeared on my left temple as I aged an extra year in embarrassing fear.
There I was, checking out David Simmer via my bloglines aggregater, when this blurry brown line appeared right in front of my glasses. My brain worked overtime to determine whether it was on my eye, stuck to the outside my seeing-glasses, or something was leaking from my hair.
All’s well after I used last week’s TIME magazine to flick him to the other side of the room. I just hope he does not think to come back this way, or he won’t be seeing tomorrow. Aaargh, don’t touch me, everything feels like spider legs!