errands, blood and iron, rapid thoughts regarding a spider

Saturday was a bright and sunny October day – so, where was I? In the basement, happily working on my Halloween costume. But, I needed materials to keep going – spray paint, electrical tape, and zip ties.

I took a break and texted one of friends from work who’s been out on leave to see if she might be around for a visit. She was out running errands too and I was just wrapping things up at Home Depot while she was at a nearby craft store. Figuring to cut to the chase, I headed over to the craft store assuming that I could find her there – provided she hadn’t changed her hair color or height.

She was surprised that I found the aisle that she was in and I shrugged and said, “It’s not that big of a store,”

We then went went over to Starbucks for some green tea and really nice conversation outside. So, my beautiful fall day wasn’t all in the basement – though I did head back down when I got home.

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I had a dream Sunday night that I was trapped in a huge library with a bunch of people – and a horde of demons that looked like people. Except, of course, they were trying to kill us.  In terrible ways…

For some reason – dream logic – the high levels of iron in my blood (true) gave me increased durability and strength (not true). It was also toxic to the demons and I spent the rest of the dream – subjectively hours – fighting off waves after wave of demons. Some I just beat in hand-to-hand combat. Others were tossed over the railing to a lower floor to be dealt with later.

I woke up exhausted – but I think I was winning.
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Today, I was outside and decided to mow. I was working on the front yard and had been going for a little while when I got near the street. There was a car coming so I stopped and waited and while I did, I flipped my hand over to pull my glove back to look at my watch.

Now, things started to happen very fast.

I saw something white on the back of my tan gloves.

{Egg case…Spider egg case!}

I knocked it off the back of my glove with my other hand and had just enough time for…

{That came off pretty easily, must not have been there that…}

And that’s when I saw the spider.

{SPIDER! HUGESPIDER! OHSHITSHITSHIT!}

I brushed the huge spider off my glove as well, then tore off both gloves and frantically brushed my arms down as well – in case there was more than one.

I looked down and saw the huGE FREAKING SPider scurry off, Then picked up my gloves.

{If that was on the outside, what’s on the inside!?!?}

I tried to peer into the darkness of the gloves, then shrugged and mentally psyched myself up and put the gloves back on – and got back to mowing.

I don’t know what the driver of the car thought.  They didn’t stop so my freak out was either not serious enough looking to warrant stopped – or so insane that it was safer to just drive on.

My gloves are, incidentally, no longer stored in the garage.