This is me... not screaming like a girl.

Even though a spider just ran out of my keyboard.

While I was typing.

And ended up huddled in the shelter of my mouse.

A big spider. Fast, too. I did not kill her, thanks, but I did trap her under an upturned candleholder. She's currently just to the left of my monitor, daring me to evict her arse out into the rain, while I'm sitting here convincing myself to take her presence in my keyboard as a good totemic sign for future creativity, and not as a call to get up, run flailing around the room, and scream my fool head off.

Y HALLO THAR, ADRENALINE!!!

In other news, SACVAP classes are done! Allyson, wanna go to Karaoke with me tomorrow night at the Rhuk?

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well you know where there are spiders there are less bugs. That's good at least right?
Oh, trust, I'm totally spider-positive. It's just there's that pesky, viscerally biological reaction to it that's a bit hard to set aside at the first close encounter, is all.
I am all for spiders and their messages of creativity and artistic talent.

And the ones that wind up on the bed or computer desk have shown themselves unfit to breed. Or unfit to breed again. Whatever.

I'll just sit here and shudder in sympathy, mmmkay?