A Tale of Great Bravery in the Face of Fear

Let me tell you about a little story of fear and bravery using Bitmoji's.

This one's for Donny, Travis, Ardis, Venessa and Rachel.

I am not, in any way, okay with spiders. Big, little, furry, poisonous, non-poisonous matters not. Just typing the word and the adjectives was enough to make my whole body shiver.

Some of my "friends" think it's funny to send me gifs or tag me in posts on Facebook that have awful things in them like spiders. It's downright rude and hateful.

That being said, I think they'll like this story and appreciate my addition of Bitmoji's to help tell the story.

The other morning I was getting ready to take the two oldest to school and then to go do some laundry (our washer is not working). I grabbed the basket from my bedroom floor and carried it up the stairs and out to the car. I put the basket in the back seat and put my backpack with my computer in it on the floorboard. I took the boys to school and realized I forgot a few things at home, one being my cord for the computer so I ran back home and got everything. I decided I would just move my backpack to the passenger seat and did so, then adjusted it so I could put the cord in it. That's when it happened.

A rather large, brown, creepy spider crawled out from under the backpack and down the seat!!

I yelled, "OH NOOO!" and jumped away from the car.

Standing in my driveway I thought for a few seconds about how I could handle this. I can't get back in now. There is zero chance I will drive until I know where the stinking thing is and I am all alone so I can't call anyone, NO ONE to come and help me.

Side story. I may have called my dad and father-in-law to come to my house and kill spiders before if Donny was at work. Now back to the current situation.

I walked around to the passenger side of the car and stood there thinking...maybe, just maybe I can open the door and see it and take care of things. But even thinking it made me want to just light the whole thing on fire.

But I didn't. Kudos to me.

I opened the door and didn't see it. So I picked up the backpack and then my purse and shook them a bit...seriously have no clue what I would have done if it came crawling out! Died in my front yard, probably. Anyway! Then...there it was...and I am not ashamed that I screamed a little scream.

It started to crawl towards the open door! Could I get so luck that it would just crawl right out and I wouldn't have to worry about it? Dear Lord, PLEASE! You know what happened? It didn't. It couldn't make it over the side of the floorboard. It flipped itself over and then crawled to the floorboard. This wasn't ideal for me however, I knew that if I were to get anything accomplished and not be stressed or worried if the nasty decided to make its home in my stuff, I had to take action.

So I did.

I, Stacey, who is ridiculously, irrationally and horribly afraid of spiders, did what had to be done.

Proud of myself, I got back in the car and started driving down the street. Now listen. It was enough that I did what I did there was no way I could remove the thing so it was still on the floor mat. And I swear it moved.

So I did what any other rational, fear-filled, person would do. I stopped at the stop sign, put the car in park, jumped out, ran around to the other side and made SURE it was not going to move ever again.

I have no shame in my game. I did what I normally can't do! I am an overcomer and don't ever want to have to do it again. Thank you very much.

Actually, I do have to make a tiny correction. There is one spider I like and you can check him out here. He's actually super cute. Don't say I didn't warn you.