OK, today I did something really awesome. I vacuumed out my studio. This might seem like a small feat to some of you, but for me, this was a major accomplishment. You see, I have a massive, irrational fear or spiders. This might make my buying of a 1926 home seem odd, but never mind that. I think my spider fear stems from their ghostly appearance. I tried to analyze myself as I vacuumed (good distraction) and this was my conclusion. I think the really ethereal, insubstantial spiders seem to have come from another, evil, dimension. The fat ones big, swollen abdomens appear to have sucked so much blood they’ve become engorged. I read once that spiders move their legs by pumping blood rapidly into their limbs, causing them to become taught, then releasing the blood to pull themselves forward and contract their legs. I highly doubt that this is true; it would seem a highly inefficient and frankly dizzying way to propel oneself. But it won’t get out of my mind! So I especially hate the spiders with the thick legs. I would estimate that about a baker’s dozen of each of these varieties had made it’s home in my studio.
Today, I managed to work up my courage enough to actually stand upright in the spider-haven and run the vacuum. I sucked up everything I could find in there. I am now terrified to empty the vacuum, because it has countless creepy things in there and I don’t absolutely know that they are all dead. But! I am quite proud of myself for overcoming my fear for at least 15 minutes and getting that done. Now I can confidently paint in there without flinching every time I have an itch.
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