Anyone who knows me, knows how much I despise bugs. They freak me out beyond belief. Now occasionally, I'll pretend to be a good mom and pick up some sort of creepy crawly to make my son happy. But usually, catching sight of a bug leaves me running in the opposite direction.
Last night I sat down to dinner, chomped away at my salad, talking and joking with everyone at the table, trying to keep Little Man focused on his food.
As I'm putting a fork full to my mouth, I catch a glimpse of something wiggly. I'm sure a look of horror crossed my face at that moment. I dropped my fork and stared as a spider unfurled his legs and bolted across my bowl.
I'm not sure I'll ever look at a salad the same way again.