A couple of mornings ago when I was about to put on my jeans that had been lying on the floor, thrown into a pile, something relatively scary happened. I stuck my hands into the pockets of the pants to sort of push them down, as one does with jeans pockets. That’s when my left hand notices that something was in there, and I didn’t know what it was. In the beliefs that it could be an old name tag from the Orientation a couple of days earlier, I pulled my hand out just to realize that sitting on my index finger was a giant, black spider.
In panic I shook my whole arm so violently that the spider flew in across the room and landed on the carpeted floor. I couldn’t see a red back, which means it wasn’t one of the deadly Red Back spiders that they scared us with at Orientation, but still! It was a giant, non-Swedish insect!
Still trying to breathe properly I found a tissue that I tossed on top of the spider and then, and I am not proud of this, I stepped on it. When I was sure it wasn’t moving anymore I carefully picked it up with a second tissue and gave it its last rest in with a flush of the toilet.
I was so upset afterwards! I felt like spiders where hiding everywhere, waiting to come out and scare me. No, it was (probably) not a dangerous spider. No, it didn’t bite me. No, I am really not that scared of bugs (I grew up on the countryside). But here, in this new world of insects and critters, you never know what you’re going to get! Yikes. But I learned my lesson: No more clothes will be thrown on the floor. And they will be thoroughly shaken before put on.
One last thing; to ask Google for a picture to illustrate this post turned out to be a bad idea. I am now more scared than ever.