Little Miss Muffet

Yesterday we were all together talking in our front room. I had just finished trying on a new coat and was holding J. B-man was talking to me, then stopped mid sentence and said "There's a spider on you!" I could tell from the way he said it, and the size of his eyes that it was a big spider and not a little one. I did ask him to get it but quickly decided that he was no help. Luckily M was right there so I ran over to him and yelled for him to get the spider. I had no idea where it was, but it B-man had motioned to my hair!

Side note... I am terrified of things like bugs getting caught in my hair. Curly hair is like Velcro, and mine has been especially "fuzzy" lately. So I was having a minor panic attack that my worst nightmare of a bug being stuck in my hair was coming true...

M at first exclaimed that there was no spider, then he quickly changed his mind and exclaimed that there was a spider and it was quite big. We were all frantically looking for some tissue or something. Thankfully he found some tissue nearby fast and got it out of my hair! I saw it before he killed it (hanging from it's web) and it was a large fat spider. For several minutes afterwards I kept feeling like I had more spiders crawling on my scalp. Even typing this gets me all creepy crawly again. I hate spiders!