Sometimes I wonder how I can move that fast, spin that well without falling, and how my hands don't just implode from the flailing about.
Here's how it goes:
I curse
Then I imagine that there are now 50 to 100 THOUSAND little spiders on me.
Then I laugh at myself and say, Shelley, get a grip
That never works so I proceed to try to wipe off the invisible web that has completely engulfed my body and rapidly slap off any and all lingering spiders that I walked through.
For the next hour I constantly look at my clothes expecting a tarantula to be sitting on my shoulder
Heaven forbid the day one is actually there. Only one thing is worse...spiders flying through the air on little silk parachutes.
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