He Loves me, He Loves me not,
HE LOVES ME!
Dan and I were fishing down at Merritt's pond. I could not seem to catch anything, so we got in a bit of a tiff over what lure I was using. Just a liitle more intense in our voices and obvious frustration with each other. Well, to be honest, I was frustrated with him for not "hearing" me in the mind reading sort of way I always expect, but never seem to achieve.
We head to shore and I notice it is getting dark quick. And I mean quick. I can feel the sense of panic creeping up on me like a spider! We get to shore and honestly, for me, Dan was not moving fast enough. Felt like a turtle with no legs. Now you may be thinking I'm afraid of the dark. I'm not. Just the things that come out in the dark. OK, so maybe that's the same coin with two sides.
By now there is almost no light left. I head to the mule and see one of my eight legged foes has taken up camp in the corner of my seat area. I have my first ever panic attack. This is true! I start hyper ventillating and my eyes well up with tears. Dan chuckles a bit under his breath as I scream KILL IT! The release of that tension just about brought on the flood gates! He does some hap hazard swat at the thing with a ball cap. Good enough is his attitude. I said no way hosea! I saw that thing crawl in the corner and now he's gonna drop down on me don't ya know! I'm thinking he loves me not! Finally I see a smashed oozing carcass on the floor board. A surge of lightning bug joy rushes through me. I just might make it.
In my mind I try to be rational. I'm no soft kind of Girly girl! Suck it up Hiller ( that's my maiden name and what I used to tell myself ) Suckin it, just wasn't doin it! As my breathing becomes more labored, I realize we are what seems like the Sahara away from home! We don't make it 15 feet before we see my nemesis making a web big enough to engulf the mule. Tears stroll down my cheeks, and in a half crying make me gag kind of tone, I say to Dan, what am I going to do!
OK, so it's almost big enough to take down the mule. Guess it goes like fish tales!
And Then I Discover......
HE LOVES ME!!!!!
Dan hatches a brilliant idea! He offers to hoof it on foot. Trekking in front of our gas powered vehicle wielding a fishing pole like a sword, and taking down every enemy that dares to come within 2 feet of me. I follow behind in the mule with a light to aid in spotting the stealthy creatures.
There was my Knight and his sword, slaying the eight legged dragons. One after the other.
My fear was Full Steam ahead!
Wouldn't you know they even ganged up on him!
I made it home without one touching me. What a mighty man I have in my Dan! Even as I write this, my husband calls from the kitchen to let me know he found one in his hair.
Yes, He loves me.......
4 comments:
It does look like he loves you! I'm sorry you have such fear of those critters, that picture from what I can tell looks like a commmon garden spider. Becky and I look forward to them comming out every year.
PS. Very well written.
Yes, well written and I am so glad you have joined the blog. My first thought was, poor spider (I also like them, but NOT on me)--then my next thought was==What if that had been a ROACH!!!!!? I do so understand. At least the spiders eat the mosquitoes,etc.
Oh, yes, He DOES LOVE YOU!!!!!
I feel you, I would have cried like a baby. I hate them and when I come to visit I will make sure to get back way before dark. I could just feel it while I was reading, people that aren't scared of them just don't understand. Roaches are even worse for me!
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