A hysterical spaz-Yep, that’d be me.
Earlier this afternoon, Wee One and I jumped in the pool while his dad took a short nap before joining us.
My first 15 minutes of pool time was spent skimming nasty bug carcasses out of the water. After that chore was accomplished, I climbed up on my floatie and relaxed.
My eyes were closed and I was enjoying the sun rays from my little piece of floatie heaven. Wee One paddled himself over to tell me something when he got distracted by looking at my hair.
Wee One said those dreaded words, “hey mama, you got a big spider in your hair!”
Naturally I panicked, nearly drowning myself in the process of getting the trespasser out of my hair and as far away as possible, and most of all hopefully dead.
The entire time I was flailing around like some sort of idiot, my mind was filled with images from this site: Brown Recluse Spider Bite (this site is not for the weak stomached).
Hubs commented that I sounded like Jaws was after me.
Wee One, being accustomed to my spider phobia spells, paddled himself to the safety of a faraway corner of our pool to watch my episode.
Once the splashing and water settled, Wee One paddled back over to me with his little red bucket and said, “see, there it is in the bucket, it was just a baby spider, you okay now mama?”
Scary, I know.
Saved by a 3 yo…….
I was thinking, maybe I should get hypnosis or something for this phobia.