Some of you may be aware, I'm not fond of bugs. At all.
So I'm sitting here, in front of my laptop, with my laptop tray, watching Hi-5 with my four year old, when I feel something tickle my breast. "Ah," I think, "That damn mosquito again. Gotcha!" And I lifted my shirt away...
...to find a little black spider crawling out of my bra.
My husband would be glad to know that I now hold the new record for "quickest divestment of clothing in a non-life-threatening situation".
I am now sitting here, scratching at every available surface of skin and trying to explain to my four year old that Mommy is okay. She's fine. She's just not happy a spider tried to build a condo in her undergarments.