Maybe that’s why some random, unseen spider
apparently decided to bite my arm the other day.
Now, I didn’t feel it. I didn’t see the culprit. But I did see the results on my arm: a
discolored, irregular patch that mysteriously appeared out of nowhere.
I’m not particularly a hypochondriac or worrywart
when it comes to physical things, but the spot looked to me like it could be
skin cancer. I didn’t change that
opinion even when I went online to check out what skin cancer can look like.
Because of how it had appeared, I doubted it could
be that serious, but even so I decided to act responsibly and safely, so I hied
my way to my doctor. He reassured me it
wasn’t cancer and said that the most likely cause was a spider bite.
Ugh.
I haven’t seen any spiders, or even spider webs, in
or around my home for ages. Right now,
though, I’m on alert.
I’ve disliked insects of varying sorts for a long
time--at least since the time in my childhood when my brother stepped on a
bees’ nest and was covered by the dratted things. Fortunately, he wasn’t allergic to their
stings. He was taken to the hospital,
and so was I since a few of them reached me, too. And so was our kind neighbor who knocked as
many as he could off my brother.
Since then, I’ve always attempted to just sweep insects that happen to find their way into our house outside--so I don’t have to deal with squashing, then removing, them. I’ve had standing battles with fleas, who seem to love me even more than my dogs if they find a way into our house.
I tend not to write about insects of any sort, even
when I’m deep into my stories involving dogs, cats, or even werewolves. I’d rather not think about them.
But at the moment, it’s hard to think of anything
but.
Despite how much I don’t like insects, I have to say
I’m amused by the TV ads about a bee who’s helping to advertise Honey Nut
Cheerios--and apparently winds up in the office of an entomologist with mounted
samples on her wall!
Do you like insects? If so, why???
8 comments:
I have a love/hate relationship with my husband's bees. If they're at their own end of the yard, doing their own thing, they're fine. When one is flying up my skirt (although that was apparently a yellowjacket, not a bee, which is why I got stung more than once) I hate everything with yellow stripes and wings!
I've got a love/hate relationship with the spiders, too. If they're outside, eating other bugs, I'm happy about them. If they're in the house and not obviously poisonous, I can deal.
Yikes! I don't envy you those stings, Michelle. Sounds as if you're much more tolerant of insects than I am. I know they have their place in life, but I'd much rather they leave me, and my family--including the dogs--alone while they do what they do!
I have had a good feeling about spiders ever since reading Charlotte's Web. Sorry about your bite. It sounds nasty.
I love honey, though I have to be very sparing of indulging that love on my low-carb diet. I dislike flies and have two fly swatters in our small apartment. I have been kept awake many a summer night by the high-pitched whine of a mosquito, waiting for sudden silence to mean it has landed on me. Michelle, think what a hoot it would be to address a werewolf problem with fleas! Or mange!
That's true, Betty. I'll just think about Charlotte's Web and smile each time I glance at my bite!
My husband has a battery-operated insect swatter, Monica. It electrocutes them, which I'm not thrilled about but at least it stops them from buzzing or biting. Interesting thought about werewolves and fleas or mange!
I don't like spiders, but I'm not afraid of them. And I'd rather not kill them, if I don't have to.
Don't know that I'm afraid of spiders, Janie, but I don't like them. If they stay outside and leave me and my family alone, that's fine with me!
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