Feeling absolutely traumatised. Imagine, you’re at your desk
and finishing off a call, headset firmly planted into position. You feel a
little tickle on your arm. You glance down and there he is – a spider the size
of a house (or a 50p coin, it’s all relative) resting on your little wrist. You
suddenly inherit the ability to fly backwards and upwards while shrieking –
might have been similar to the sound bats make – sonic!
Spider soars through
the air – destination unknown.
The desire to strip off to shake off any other spiders is
overwhelming. You realise at a crucial moment where you are. (only the cardigan
had been removed and one boot)
I now feel itchy – like I have a million baby spiders
crawling over every inch of me.
Icky and itchy.
I need to lie down in my new
bed.
(I appreciate this is slightly over dramatic)
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