The other day I read an article about a woman who had a spider in her ear. Seriously. In her ear. It totally freaked me out, partly due to our overabundance of spiders but mostly because it was in her ear.
Her ear had been itching for 5 days. She went to her doctor and he found a spider living in there. He flushed it out. It was a hairy spider.
The notion of a spider in my ear has me so on edge I make my husband look in my ear like three times a day.
Anywho… I decided to strip the bed today and wash the sheets. What should I find between the top sheet and the bottom sheet? A wolf spider. He could have gotten in my ear. He could have climbed in my ear. I’d been sleeping with him in my bed. Oh. My. God.
I let out the shriek heard round the world. Of course Tom Stronach, way over there in England, who probably airmailed the spider, couldn’t hear because he was out having a fag while trying to avoid the Olympic Closing Ceremonies.
This is him… hubby put him outside. Gaaaaaaa!