Back when we lived in Manhattan and had a weekend house in
Pennsylvania, I had not yet made friends with insects and spiders, and cell
phones were no more than a gleam in some inventor’s eye. Because of the latter,
when we were a couple of miles into our trip back to the city one Sunday
evening and I needed to make a phone call, we pulled over by a phone booth.
Remember phone booths? The ones I’m familiar with had a
folding door and glass (plastic?) walls. And an interior light. I entered the
booth, closed the door, and the light came on automatically. I made my call,
and something—I don’t know what—made me look up. Daddy Long Legs spiders (“Harvestmen,”
technically not spiders—but I wasn’t thinking technically), covered the ceiling
in a mass many spiders deep.
omgomgomgomgomgomgomgomg
ReplyDeleteTwo or three daddy long legs? Ok. What you describe here? horrifying.
Eeeek! And oh, phone booths. I kind of miss them.
ReplyDeleteOK, that is the stuff of nightmares.
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness. Even I would be freaked out by that.
ReplyDeleteThis reminds me of that time a couple called 911 because they were trapped in their bedroom by their vicious pet cat sitting outside the door. https://abcnews.go.com/US/911-call-reports-irate-cat-trapped-couple-home/story?id=24478936
ReplyDeleteP.S. Did the new monitor help?
ReplyDeleteSorry I'm just reading this now. A couple daddy-long-legs, no problem, but this is horrible.
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