Omg, omg, omg…

I don't know what it is about me, but apparently spiders must know I do not like them one bit, and they ban together to scare me out of my wits.

I was heading up the side walk to fetch my first grader from the bus stop. It was a beautiful sunny day, and I was just taking my own sweet time since I was a little early anyway.

I have fairly long hair and as I was brushing it out of my face from the wind blowing it in. A long piece had attached itself to my ring. I shook my hand but it did not fall away. I reached for it with my free hand and tried to pull it out, but it grew.

"What the?" I said to no one other than myself and the slightly stringy piece of hair that was giving me grief.

I shook my hand and pulled at the hair with the fingers from my free hand, but it wouldn't go away. Now I was just frustrated by the whole walking, talking to myself, and the fighting going on between my two hands. They were trying to break free of this piece of hair holding them captive but to no avail.

So, I stopped in my tracks to give it the "one really good pull," when I noticed, on my black sweatshirt, just sitting on my tummy was what looked to be ~ a nut ~ about the size of a golf ball.

"Oh my gosh." I again said out loud to no one other than myself. "What have I gotten myself into?"

I was about to brush it away, with my hair filled hands, when suddenly, little flailing legs appeared out from under the nut.

This is when the screaming ensued!!!!! "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

In a split second, I realized the piece of hair was not mine and it was attached to the back of the nut.

This is when I began to do some flailing of my own. Out on the side walk, in the middle of the neighborhood, and just feet away from where the bus would be delivering my daughter.

I jumped, I swatted, I continued to scream out loud, "Get off, get off." But the little bugger was determined to wait out my hysterical moment firmly attached to my sweatshirt.

I had no other option. I was going to have to touch it, and with a direct hit…I wished Id had a stick.

So, I quickly counted to three and then gave the spider a *smack* but all it did was float about a foot in from of me, he was still attached by his web to my hands.

"Oh, come on." I said to the spider.

Another mother, who had been standing there watching the whole thing, finally came to my aid. She grabbed the string and placed the spider to the ground. We then both did the "That is so gross" dance.

She asked, "Are you gonna step on it."

"NO, I do not want to hear the sound stepping on that thing would make"

She agreed. So we stood there and watched what looked to be a walking golf ball meander back down the side walk.

I swear I heard him giggling.