Another Halloween is about to arrive. Time for haunted houses and parties attempting to scare you. I managed to recently scare myself without attending any upcoming Halloween festivities.
Some of you may remember the classic John Wayne movie, "Big Jake,” “Big” is the optimal word used here for the sake of this story. Naming this particular spider Big Jake is an understatement. Jake had a body & legs that could easy cover a quarter and then some. We met one night as I turned the bedside lamp off and saw something on the wall. Turning the lamp back on and now armed with a broom, I slapped at a large black spot on the wall. Was it a spider? It did not register without my glasses.
Since a spider was high on the suspect list, the next day, walls and ceilings were checked, bedding shaken. Nothing. It did haunt me that it probably was a spider. Rats, snakes no problem. Spiders…I don’t do spiders.
The threat was ever present that “it” would crawl on my body at night. A recently read statistic came to mind that while sleeping, humans swallow so many spiders during the course of the year…YUCK! I didn't need a Halloween party with that statistic to scare the baa-gee-bees outta me.
A hot bath beckoned after all the hunting, shaking, and lifting of bed-skirts with no luck. Perhaps, a hot soak would calm nerves and give rest to fear. During my soak, many thoughts came and went. The possibility of something looming nearby was not one of them. After 20 minutes or so, it was time to come back to reality.
Stepping from the tub, it became apparent very fast that there was something big and black at my feet. Putting glasses on confirmation arrived mentally that indeed “it” was back and CRAWLING TOWARD MY FOOT!
With reality television at its peak, the next scene would score high ratings for a Fear Factor program. Picture a semi-wet, naked woman running back and forth through her trailer screaming at the top of her lungs. Shaking her hands accompanied the screaming, as well as yelling, "Get out! Get out!" Fear had consumed me so much, that I didn’t notice the trailer windows and shades were wide open!
A companion shot would be that of the naked woman's trusty 120 pound, German Shepherd dog startled, on alert, looking at her with a confused look of: “What’s going on…let me at em!"
What took place after somewhat calm returned, is how I pummeled to death one poor, defenseless spider. This violent act goes against my Buddhist nature.
Afterward, I rationalize about those warnings issued from me to all creepy spiders: "You come into my space…you die!" Obviously Jake was a rebel and on the cutting edge. Now, he or she is on the compost edge.
Whatever creeps you out bringing fear to your Halloween celebration, have fun ...I’ll pass, thank you.