Wednesday, October 8, 2008
The white kid got a spider in his hair and flipped out
As I’ve mentioned in a previous post, there are quite a few crawlies sharing my room with me. It’s not a big problem. They don’t really bother me while I sleep. Last week, however, was different. It was six o’clock in the morning and I awoke to what felt like something large and hairy, about the size of a cell phone, crawling on my stomach. I leapt up and moved my body in some sort of dance, and gave out a pretty loud yell (One positive thing I discovered from this incident is that I have a really nice throaty, manly yell. Not some high pitch shriek, but a true bellow. But that is neither here nor there). I don’t really remember which language I was yelling in, but I hope it was English because I ran out of my bedroom shouting and dancing and found my host family praying on the floor of the living room (This was during Ramadan, so the family had woken up just before sunrise to have food because they were fasting during the day). Not only that, they had guests, so about six people witnessed the display. I had been asleep 10 seconds ago, so my French grammar was really off, but I think they understood what happened. After calming me down, they were kind enough to help me search my room for whatever it was. They found this spider that looked something like a daddy long leg, but I knew that wasn’t what crawled on me. I tried to tell them it was big and hairy, but I didn’t know the French word for “hairy” so I pointed to my own hair, which they interpreted as the spider got in my hair, and then I was miming my reaction which just made me look like a ninny. In their minds a tiny spider crawled in my hair and I completely flipped out and ran around screaming like a crazy person. Later that day, as friends were visiting the house, I could tell that they were sort of teasing me about what happened. I didn't hear what they were saying, but it ended with a very unflattering pantomime of my reaction to the incident. I found a picture of what I think it was that woke me up. Here it is.
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A Hyper Fang to your stomach at six in the morning is hard to recover from.
Mann und Maus by Katharina Fritsch:
http://www.nature.com/nm/journal/v7/n10/thumbs/nm1001-1079-F1.jpg
--- saw this last week at the Seattle Art Museum, it reminded me of your story. :)
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