Holy smokes, an irrational fear of mine just happened
I suppose it's not so irrational now, right?
I've always been weirded out by spiders in "normal" places. As a kid, I was mortified of finding spider eggs in bananas. It's stupid, I know. It's an urban legend, but that never comforted me. Even to this day I still eat bananas by breaking them up in chunks.
Spiders popping up under toilet seats gets me, too. Can't take a big dumper in peace these days. I still do a quick check because I once saw a video of a big-ass spider crawling around on a toilet seat. That's fucked ain't it. Pooping is supposed to be calming and therapeutic.
But today something happened. Not banana spiders or toilet spiders. But spiders in your shoes.
Yes. There was a spider in my shoe. I was putting my shoe on and as I slipped in my heel, I felt something on my Achilles (or whatever that area is called). I looked down and saw this chunky brown spider hanging there.
I panicked. I kicked myself to scrape it off with my shoe in a hurry, jumped up, and nearly fell over my chair.
I squished the poor bastard and had to clean up the guts off my skin and the bits that got on the floor.
I had to look in my shoes and clean it all out. A whole bunch of sock lint and crap. I did that for like ten minutes because I was so paranoid. I was so scared to put my shoes back on, but I had an errand to run.
Anyway, I think I'll have to put my shoes in a bag or something. Put my mind at ease.
But now I'll have to check my shoes every time I put them on. Yay.