Little Miss Muffet Ran.

I was in the middle of finishing up our lovely dinner (which I now am saving for a later post), when the teenaged vamps and zombies came running out of the gaming tent. A couple of screeches and not allowed swear words later, I get them to say why they burst out like they did. Little Miss J saw a little bug and booked. I love ya J but I had to share.

The Itsy Bitsy Spider



OK. So it is not so bitsy or itsy.



It is freakishly beautiful.



Have you noticed its getting blurry?



Yeah. Well my brother decides to tell me (while I'm getting up close and personal with the arachnid), that he believes this is one of the ones that actually do bite. I am not an entomologist, nor is anyone in my immediate family. OK. Maybe Zach, but he is 4 years old and doesn't hold a PHD yet. This spider...ahem...I apologize...The SPIDER managed to scatter both the young and the bold.

I only managed to squeak out those last photos out of fear. Yes. I am afraid of spiders, but I conquered that fear today. I may have gotten shaky and squeamish, but I still held fast and got the shots.

I am wicked proud of myself. I can now check that off my list of things I must do. It also reaffirms my faith that I can accomplish the things I fear most. I can do it. I can. I will.

Sweet dreams bloggers!