Anyone that really knows me can definitely vouch for my ridiculously huge and irrational fear of spiders. I hadn't really give much thought to the spiders in Indonesia... until this morning when I got out of the shower i was greeted by a huge spider. We're not talking daddy long-legs or anything like that, this was a tarantula, really hairy with long legs, big enough that I could tell he was staring at me. I did the obvious mature thing and screamed, ran into my attached bedroom and closed my bathroom door. I had to "air dry" since I didn’t have time to get my towel out of the bathroom before making my escape.
I then had a problem, I had him trapped in the bathroom but there was absolutely no way I was going back in there. I waited until I got to work and asked the secretary to phone my maid (yes everyone in Indonesia has a maid - more on that another day) and ask her if she can kill it. Since I don’t speak Bahasa I couldn't really convey the importance of not letting it escape alive because if that thing crawls on me when i'm sleeping i'm on the first flight home. The maid had apparently trapped and released the spider that afternoon, and to be honest I believed her. If I didn't there is no way I would get another wink of sleep in the room.
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