A Hunstman on my Doorstep

Yesterday evening, a huntsman spider sat between the front and screen door. Naturally I jerked back and called my knight in shining armor for all things crawly-creepy. JJ chased her away–gently. She hid behind a rock, hoping those ugly giants wouldn’t come to kill her.

I did feel bad. Maybe she just dropped by to say hello, patiently waiting outside when she could easily have slipped in under the door. After devoting a whole screenplay to my fear of spiders and to the non-poisonous but huge huntsmen, I still couldn’t just step over her and leave her on the threshold to my place. I sleep there, therefore eight-legged things have to stay away. She did, but I kept looking for her inside, wondering: Is she mad at me?

Am I starting to sound like Poe? No, really, I’m fine. Coping very well. Really…

Autobahn Proven has grown beyond the first 10,000 words and I’m enjoying it. No spiders in this one. Yet?