Ok, in all honestly, it’s nowhere near as bad as the giant sticker of a large tarantula to which I was subjected earlier this month, but still unpleasant. There I am, minding my own business, helping Hawkeye take off his shirt at bedtime, when BAM, my hand jerks away as my brain reels in panicked resonse. “Danger! Danger! There’s a critter crawling on here! I’m sure I’ve seen it!”
The Feathered Rose 