Little MIss Muffet

Sat on a tuffet Eating her curds and whey
Along came a spider
And sat down beside her
And frightened Miss Muffet away.

That happened to us today. Only instead of a Miss Muffet, it was Stella. And instead of a tuffet it was our couch. And instead of curds and whey, it was her Leapfrog and the darn spider didn't just sit down beside her, he landed on her Leapfrog and frightened doesn't even begin to sum up her level of fear.

Or Scarlett's.

Or mine.

She got to screaming, I got to screaming, Scarlett got to screaming and poor Tom downstairs probably rolled his eyes and contemplated a voodoo doll to get us to shut up!

But it was bad.

And I had to kill it.

Oh. My. Word.

I don't know if I will ever get over my irrational and overdramatic fear of bugs. I'm guessing  not. The three of us jumped around and whined and nearly cried and I had to mentally will that stupid spider to stay in place until I found enough courage to get a handful of tissues and smoosh the thing. And then race to the bathroom probably faster than I've ever moved before to flush the monstor down down down, hoping I didn't use too many tissues and have a clog situation.
I'm a child. I don't know what you want from me.

It's a serious fear.

I don't necessarily understand being afraid in close confinement, but I understand it's a legitimate fear. I don't understand a fear of heights, but I know that a lot of people do. What I do understand is a fear of bugs. Or more specifically, creepy crawly things.

And to top it off, I came out of the bathroom, feeling more than proud of myself, (Usually I just ignore them and convince myself they were never there to begin with, and that it was all in my imagination.... Not exactly a rational way of thinking. I know.) Scarlett starts shouting excitedly at me, "There's one on your booty, there's one on your booty!!"

So now I am turning in circles trying to see if she is telling the truth while simultaneously struggling not to panic, reminding myself she's probaby just trying to recreate the mayham from earlier.

It didn't work. I didn't convince myself. And I spent the rest of the day, chasing my tail, looking for bugs I would have been too afraid to remove anyways.

Oh brother.


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