The Story of The Big, Hairy Spider On My Shower Curtain

I hate spiders. Its common knowledge. But today was a more special day to be have an encounter with one. I groggily walked to my bathroom and there it was!!! On my shower curtain!!! A big, hairy spider hanging out peacefully. And as i got my first goosebumps for the day, I lost all inclination to remain all-groggy as I initially planned.


I stared at it for a moment, gathering strength and courage to get ready for an attack. I watched and it was just so still. But I was thinking maybe its a defense tactic or something. And when Im the one not moving, it would suddenly jump right at my nose!!! I held on to my slipper tight... but I couldnt move. THoughts filled my head. And I remembered the story of the wasp and the spider... which I dont really completely remember. I also remembered Robert Fulghum's reminder to try to look at things from the spider's point of view. I remembered all stories related to the spider. Inside my head, I tried to form my own story and even write a complete essay about the logic of its existence.


Hmmm... the spider's point of view... Well, it must have thought, "Why is this weird huge creature staring at me with a slipper on her hand?"... In other days, I would have just called my brother to kill it immediately and dispose of its lifeless body. But today was different. I thought first.


I thought of all the reasons why I am scared of this hairy thing. WHy? Its not even bigger than my palm!!! This is just one of the things that annoy me about myself!


I stared at it one last time. I wanted to kill it but my fear was still there. I decided not to do anything with it and just try to go on with my usual morning activities.


But my dad did it anyways... He killed it. Maybe it was sort of like an instinct. Dad's still my hero.