I’m lying on the bed propped up with some pillows talking to Alan on the phone. I feel a slight tickle on the right side of my face. I automatically think it’s a stray hair. So I sweep my hand across my face and feel the tickle on my left side. So I assume the stray hair has fallen off onto that side of my face. I look down and see, horror of HORRORS, a spider scurrying away from me. A spider had been on me, ON MY FACE!!

I jump up with a yell! I pick up the tv remote and smash down on it repeatedly over and over and over all the while screaming like a banshee. I then throw the remote a good two feet away. The spider is dead and stuck on the bottom of the remote. At least I think it is. I don’t want to get too close to look.

For a good half hour I’m swatting stray hairs from myself thinking it’s another spider. I DON’T LIKE SPIDERS!