It’s Been 45 Minutes, But I Think I’ve Finally Built Up The Courage To Take A Swing At This Spider
Okay. I’ve got this.
I know that for the past 45 minutes, I’ve been staring down this small, black spider, but I think I’ve finally built up the courage to take a real swing at this spider. When I first spotted it, it was pretty close to the ground, but not so close that I might risk thrusting it into the corner, still alive and angry. It was an easy target, but that was way too soon to act. I did not truly know my enemy back then, and so I picked up one of my flip flops and waited.
From there, it crawled across the room, becoming harder and harder to hit. I started to wish that I’d just taken a swing back in its first position, but it was too late. All I could do was wait and hope that when the opportunity next presented itself, I would be courageous enough to strike. I maintained a safe distance throughout its journey across the room, because what it if jumped out at me? Some of them can do that, you know.
When the creepy, eight-legged thing had finally made its way all the way around the room, it rested near the ceiling. There, it waited. I feared that it knew I had been watching it. I stared it down. I’m still staring it down. It’s not in an easy place to hit. If I miss, it could easily scurry away, leap off the wall, and eat my face. If I don’t hit hard enough, it could probably spin a web around me so fast that I wouldn’t even be able to react. Then, it might eat my face.
Oh! Okay. It’s started to crawl down the wall now. Is it coming for me? I don’t know, but I do know that it’s making itself a target. Is it trying to lure me? There’s no time to think now. I’ve got to have the courage to do what my past-self could not, or else it’s going to be another 45 minutes of agony.
