I don’t know if it is the rain that is bringing them out or what, but the other day my son comes running in from outside and says “Mom! There’s this huge spider outside!” I come outside to check, thinking he just might be pulling my leg, but no….there it is, crawling along the ground…the ugliest spider I have ever seen in my entire life. Now, it wasn’t as huge as some of the tarantulas I’ve seen on TV, nor as furry….but it was black, with a brown furry he ad

– and it was gross, gross gross!

I watched the thing crawl away from the house and willed it to never come back. But guess what. It has friends. And I’ve seen ‘em….and now, I don’t want to leave my house!

Okay, reason tells me that they’ve always been around, but in all the six years I’ve lived here, I’ve never seen one before.

I was happy in my ignorant bliss! Why did these dang tarantulas have to ruin it! Now, I find myself worrying about tarantulas in my house…I’m afraid to look in the dark corners and under the bed. And, I had a dream this morning about a tarantula dropping from the ceiling and landing on my face.

Yes, I have a serious case of paranoia.