I threw a whole glass of water onto our new mattress this morning. Strange behavior, don’t you think? Let me explain. When I picked up the first glass of water on my nightstand to take a morning drink, the fly floating on top made me wrinkle up my nose. My mother hates to see a fly in the house. I don’t mind them so much unless they are in my food or water. “No matter,” I thought, “Here’s another glass.” (I wonder, does anyone else end up with more than one glass on his/her nightstand?)
As I brought the second glass up to my bleary morning eyes, I spied, with my little eye, a HUGE, swimming spider. His legs squirming, nearly touching the sides of the old style Coke glass did it. With no thought, my arm flung, I let out a scream and don’t remember anything further.
Jim tells me I ran out screaming. That I don’t remember. Apparently, he came around, grabbed a tissue and vanquished the offending arachnoid before it could wriggle under the covers. Upon writing this tonight, I couldn’t even remember how he’d gotten the tissue from my side of the bed or where I was when he did it. I only remember how BIG that spider looked when he got up really, really close to my mouth.
Tomorrow we’ll ask our neighbor, the exterminator, what kind of spider it is. Mom found one in her bathroom last week, too, so maybe we have more. Shiver.
Jim did one small act for me today, though if I’d had to do it, it might not have seemed so small. It made me think of a verse concerning this event which evidenced my weakness concerning large spiders. I am thankful for the husband God gave me.
“Husbands…be considerate as you live with your wives, and treat them with respect as the weaker partner and as heirs with you of the gracious gift of life, so that nothing will hinder your prayers” (I Peter 3:7, NIV).