People who say they aren’t afraid of spiders always make me laugh! I used to say the same. I was NOT afraid of spiders.
Until that day, long ago, in the Philippines, when we rented one of those small beach huts on a volcanic beach.
I wish I could find a photo of the beach.
I cannot even remember the name of the place. All I remember is this black sand beach, by a beautiful lake, in the middle of which there was an active volcano, that we were due to visit the next morning.
It looked like paradise on earth. The beach, the lake, the hut… We went into the water for a midnight bath and then went into the beach hut to get to sleep. When I was lying on the bet with the oil lamp lighting the straw ceiling, I caught sight of hundreds of small whitish spiders above our heads and told my husband there was no way I would sleep in that bed, with those spiders hanging above my head.
My husband always had a solution ready. He grabbed one of our beach towels, and with a big gathering gesture, got rid of the threatening spiders, telling me what a sissy I was!
Well, it didn’t matter. Now I could sleep.
The next morning, I got up and picked that beach towel to fold it, and guess what, no spiders there dead or alive, but huge holes in the towel!
Aren’t you glad I behaved like a sissy? I asked my husband. For all we know those little spiders may have been poisonous and in any case, they were quite able to sting their way out of the towel.
I think I have already posted this story in French at my other blog but am grateful to Virginia DeBoldt at First 50 Words for the nudge. I have not been much of a post writer lately.
That sunset photo was taken in Normandy. I just don’t have any photo of a real spider in my photostream and some of the spider photos I came across on flickr were just too scary 😀
Last minute precision: the towel was not in the hut. I made sure he hung it somewhere outside!