Arachnophobia

Today, I, Sarah Benz, am admitting to myself and the entire world (or just the handful of people who read this blog) that I am petrified of spiders. Small spiders I can handle. Big, hairy, long-legged, super fast, Mexican spiders? Not a fan.

Yesterday I was cleaning the house, moving some things around and getting my clothes re-organized. We have been searching for a dresser for me to put my things in since I got down here but it's been kind of an afterthought most of the time, I wasn't in a rush and I had my stuff laid out nicely on a blanket, no big deal. As I'm moving my clothes a HUGE spider runs from under my bag into a pile of shorts. I lose it. Like screaming at the top of my lungs, ready to start crying, almost run out of the house, lose it. Now I have to go through all of my clothes to find this spider. I get the chair from the table and the broom and begin using the handle to flip over and shake out all of my clothes. I see the giant one more time and again scream like a little girl but then, after going through everything, he's gone. At this point I have no idea what I'm going to do, it's a good 6+ hours until Cristian gets off work and I can't just casually hang out at the house knowing that there is a spider waiting for the right moment to attack. I check to see if the neighbors home so he can help me, no dice. I put on my sandals for optimal squishing and then after going through everything and not seeing him, I decide to suck it up and go about my day. I am getting ready to change the sheets on the bed and when I pick up the top sheet, he falls out of the sheet onto the floor. YEP, THE SPIDER WAS IN MY BED!!!!!!!!!!!  With cat-like reflexes I stomp on him. It took me two hours and one corona (at 11 am) to calm down. And now, if a dust bunny happens to blow by me and I see it in my peripheral, I scream.

Needless to say, see below picture of my new dresser. No freaking way were my clothes going back on the floor. There are guys around town that haul dressers, tables and chairs around on a little cart and you just stop them on the street and negotiate a price. We're going to stain it eventually but for now, it's perfect. Anything is better than the floor.