It does not take much these days for me to scream. Last night, I was rescuing a medium-sized ant from Sprocket. Just as I neared the door, my hand shook and it fell off the paper into oblivion or, more likely onto my hair or my pajamas. So I screamed three times, or so Papa Miao tells me, since my memory of it is rather blurred.
Today’s scream was a little screechier, but the Miao Bros & Co. were the only witnesses. I think my scream was more justified, though, hence the louder volume. I had just got back and was sitting down at the computer. Kemi jumped up to say hi in his cheerful, purry manner. He nuzzled my hand. I felt something wet. His sweet bear nose, of course. But no, actually he had brushed a brownish spider with incredibly long legs onto my hand. It had been trapped in his whiskers, which are apparently spiderwebs for spiders. It was as dead and limp as a spider can be, but my first impression was that I was being attacked by a mutant alien insect with a potentially lethal bite. Now I will feel spiders crawling over me all day.
It is perhaps ironic that creepy crawlies should have such a strong effect on me, and it appears to be getting worse over time. One would think that years of rescuing spiders and insects would have desensitized me.