Difficult as it may be, sometimes I just have to read a disturbing story like this.
If for no other reason than to remember that something like my dog bringing in a few fleas and me having to call the bug exorcist – ain’t so big a deal. Not compared to a family who realized that within the walls of their home resided an entire arachnid army that began teaming out of the walls and ceilings and other crevice holes like that trippy scene outta The Craft after they reached maximum capacity and decided to come collect the human family’s souls – one by one.
“You’re overreacting, Ashley. I’m sure of it.”
Oh am I? Why don’t you meet my friend the brown recluse in the viddy below?
Because that’s what this one family had pouring out of the dark insides of their once dream home.
A dream home whose golf course view and highly coveted country club locale somehow just weren’t enough to counteract facts like how “Once when showering, Susan Trost dodged a spider as it fell from the ceiling and washed down the drain.”
A. The only reason I re-posted that video was because of how nervous the porn music paired with spider talk made me. And I hoped to induce the same feeling in you.
B. There were an estimated 6,000 spiders reported to have been in this effing house.
C. There’s something genuinely terrifying about seeing a nope infused nightmare domicile formerly referred to as someone’s “home sweet home” covered in what looks like a fun circus tent. I fully expect the creepy cast of Killer Klowns From Outer Space to come meandering out and wielding those cotton candy web shooting weapons in front of their big, white, jiggly grinning faces.
In life, there exist both rational and irrational fear. The fact that it took me exactly one and a half weeks to read this brief news article because for every line I read, my eyes had to scan the room for my own potential recluse residents squatting inconspicuously on my walls or carpet – that’s probably an irrational fear. The fact that these things are deadly-venomous and not wanting one’a them (much less a whole frat of them) to be your roomie? That’s a totes rational fear. Thing is – I’m too afraid of my enemy’s mere appearance to even learn the difference between worthless can’t-do-anything-to-me spiders and these definite death dealers. My rational brain shuts down because my irrational fear overrides it and then I can’t learn to discern the difference in the who’s who of murdering pests.
Is this a problem? Yes.
Do I intend to do anything about it?
Yes.
#MySpiritualGameNeedsWork