izzarina wrote:chrisoff wrote:Now I just know I'll wake up in the middle of the night thinking there's a frickin spider on my ceiling or something.
I've had nightmares about that
As you may or may not care to know, I am taking 5 classes this semester. The strain on my behind from sitting at my desk is taking its toll, so I have taken to studying in bed.
Last weekend, as has become my weekend custom, I awakened early, made coffee, returned to the bedroom with it, and placed it on the nightstand. I got two extra-fat pillows from a wicker basket in the corner and stacked them up with the ones I'd slept on. I got another to stuff under my knees. I got a book, a highlighter, a pen with pressurized ink that writes even upside down, and my reading glasses. I put the glasses on and stacked up the rest on the bed. I got my cushion-bottom lap desk from beside the nightstand, climbed into bed, arranged myself in the pile of pillows, dragged up a duvet, fluffed it around myself -- it was about 50 degrees with the windows open -- arranged the lap desk at an optimal angle, opened the book onto it, and commenced to read. I sipped a bit of coffee, highlighted some bits, then lifted my left arm to turn the page.
At which point, I began to become aware that my subconscious was registering "too many legs." Legs which abruptly came into my peripheral vision from under my left arm, attached to a wolf spider roughly the size of a tea saucer. It was climbing up the pillow en route to my bosum.
I exploded out of the bed, throwing duvet, lap desk, books, and pens across the room. There were bad words involved. I did the heebie dance long enough to ascertain that the thing was still on my pillow, at which point I snatched up something -- I have no idea what -- and slammed it flat. Repeatedly. It was a brown smudge by the time I finished.
I was unable to get back in the bed. I disposed of the wicker basket -- the presumptive abode of this creature -- laundered all the linen, sent the Roomba in to vacuum, and pulled out all the furniture to inspect and spray underneath.
That night, I was unable to sleep, there or anywhere. The next several nights, I awakened repeatedly with nightmares.
I have since been able to get back into bed, but only after taking off all the linens and replacing them. I can't get dressed without shaking out my clothes and shoes. I examine towels on both sides before using them.
Tonight, I was shopping for shoes and caught myself avoiding closed-toe models because it's too hard to see spiders in them. I decided to just wear sandals from now on.
I see spiders everywhere.
At work, I have a CD of a tropical rainshower. I brought it home to play while I'm sleeping so I don't have to hear them, too.
I'm not reading this post....I'm not reading this post!!!! 
Not those monsters!
