Ever since I was eaten (bitten really, but the way the aftermath took over my life, I might as well have been eaten) by a brown recluse spider last May, every time I feel a little unknown tickle or a scratch, I panic. Just a tiny, tiny bit. Since tickles, scratches, or weird feelings happen often, I inwardly panic much more often than previously typical.

And I really don’t like spiders anymore.

Author: lakesidegirl

I am a bilingual children’s librarian at a medium-sized library in the Midwest. in the Children's Department of a Regional Library in the Midwest. I lived in Mexico to learn Spanish in 2013/2014. I care about a lot of things. I love. I learn. I teach. I read. I write. I knit. I travel.

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  1. I’m getting paranoid and evil. I saw a spider sunning itself on our driveway the other day, and I literally went outside and smushed it, even though it was outside, a long way away, and not likely to hurt anyone. I am vindictive on behalf of you and every other person who hates them. 🙂

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