Note to self: next time pull hair into a pony when entering spider-infiltrated basement so stray hairs don’t send the skin crawling & imagination freaking.
And isn’t it a little twisted that I felt “safer” down there too since my three year old daughter was with me rather than me having to be down there by myself? I also like it when our little wiener dogs come down with me. I’m a chicken when it comes to spiders. I even hate vacuuming them up because I am scared they will be crawling all over the bag when I go to change it. Or plan revenge against me in my sleep.