posted on Sep, 10 2010 @ 11:49 PM
A couple of years ago I started having trouble with my forearms. They were developing nickel-sized spots that rotted underneath, leaving holes that
would repeatedly heal and then rot again. For months I couldn't change my bed because I pretty well lost the use of my hands and arms and was
terribly weak and unwell.
When I could make my bed again I found the most enormous white-tail spider I've ever seen inside my pillow-case. Now I've seen plenty of these,
they're quite common here and like hiding in shoes and clothing, but I'd never seen such a fat one before. And the ones I'd seen were either shy or
aggressive. - One once stood on its hind legs and ran at me from across a room. But this one, it looked at me without moving and I felt trust,
friendship even, coming from it. I had the feeling it had no idea of harming me, and took the regular feedings it was getting from me as an act of
So I did the only thing I could do; picked up the hard-cover book from beside my pillow and squashed this spider as hard and fast as it could, so at
least it could die painlessly. - If I'd gone looking for something to catch it in it would most likely have hidden itself away somewhere else.
It left a horrid pool of greenish-grey blood soaking into my bed.
By the way, what finally healed my arms was a Zapper-type machine, bought off Ebay. Although the nerves will never be quite right again.
I used to have a phobia of spiders, but that experience cured it. Now I'm just sorry we can't communicate better with the myriads of "alien"
creatures on our planet. However we don't yet even communicate very well with each other.