Spidey sense

24 September 2004 at 06:45 Leave a comment

I am not a fearful person.  Which is surely why when I scream my husband doesn’t ask me what’s wrong, he grabs a shoe and says, “Where is it?”

I can sense the slightest movement of a spider even in a room crowded with ‘white noise’ of objects, people, cats. I can even see them behind me (I would describe the sensation of knowing one is behind me as a “tingle”) but my most recent experience amazes even me.

I went into the bathroom (not to be confused with the ‘water closet’, which is usually a separate room in France) to brush my teeth and I just knew there was a very large spider around. I tried looking for it casually out of the corner of my eye as I brushed my teeth, but I didn’t see anything and decided I was being paranoid and headed to the WC.

Then I saw it.

I didn’t scream, but that wasn’t because it wasn’t big (it was. Very), but because it couldn’t surprise me. I’d been looking for it, you see. I knew it would be there.

Bb was very impressed I didn’t scream, especially since it was so large.   It even unnerved him.

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What I’ve been reading:

  • James Boswell, The Life of Samuel Johnson, L.L.D. (London, 14 King William Street, Strand: William P. Nimmo, 1876). 4 years ago
  • Marsilio Ficino, Letters of Marsilio Ficino, v. 3, trans. Language Dept. School of Economic Science, London (New York: Gingko Press, 1985). 4 years ago
  • Italo Calvino, Six Memos for the Next Millennium (Cambridge, MA: Harvard University Press, 1988). 4 years ago
  • Stephanie Kallos, Broken for You (New York: Grove Press, 2004). 5 years ago
  • Marsilio Ficino, Letters of Marsilio Ficino, v. 2, trans. Language Dept. School of Economic Science, London (New York: Gingko Press, 1985) 5 years ago

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I am a misanthrope. No one ever believes me, but this seems to prove my point.

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