“It’s a freaking massacre out here“….Ronnie walking onto her back porch this am…(except I don’t think I said “freaking”)…….
Ray’s Pest Control (Shameless plug for a good friend) came out and sprayed the property on Tuesday afternoon. Since then, Merrill (not me) has picked up carcass after carcass of big, deadly spiders. “Sh*T was that in my house?” I asked him one day. “That’s nothing” he began, “The one on the living room floor was twice that size”…Yum, yeah. I feel much better. So I go out onto the back porch this am, to take the dog out, and I see not one, but THREE, no FOUR…HUNDREDS of large, deceased, deadly Wolfies…..I Hate spiders….The dog is on his own as Merrill isn’t up yet, to go regulate the bodies.
So it looks like some kind of Quinton Tarantino, Pulp Fiction, mess went down last night on the porch. That or Wyatt Wolf had a showdown at the Merrill K Corral…..I don’t fear mice, snakes, most people, nor death….but I fear a spider….they are the bane of my existence because they can fry your brain with their laser eye focus. They’re deadly…..but I KNOW what happened last night. Ray’s sprayed the house, and as the beat necks tried to come in, they were stopped dead in their tracks, and now they’re all dead….DEAD. There was nothing I could, nor would do for them….this is my Armageddon.
I don’t why I hate spiders. I mean, I don’t think I was bullied by one as a child, I don’t think I had my heart broken by one…..1st husband wasn’t a spider….so I dunno. Ironic when you think about it….small….helpless….more afraid of us….than we are of them….which is not entirely true. A week ago, when Merrill was out-of-town a spider was at the back door, so I grabbed the broom to gently shoo him away, and the damned thing stepped to me…..I have faced some serious bullies in my life….had my ass beat by the best of them….but a spider of which I am 1,000x larger stepping to me? Okay, I ran….and called Ray’s…..I’m not ready to do this on my own…..Here’s my point:
I had a college professor offer, for free, to assist me with Spider Aversion Therapy. The goal, is to pet a Tarantula; which as a digression, does sound a lot like Tarantino….Hmm. I told my professor, “No thank you. I’d just rather be afraid”…and in our fear, we do find comfort….because fear keeps us safe…but like my daughter screaming FNAKE for a worm, we do make the FEAR greater than what it really is, and honestly friends, if you do not overcome that which holds you back, it will come back again, and again and again. I KNOW it is easier to run,…it is easier to just be afraid, but we weren’t created for a life of FEAR. Here’s a Kingdom Key to Life….The Lord loves you too much, to leave you cowering in the corner. As the child of the Most High God, Creator of the Universe, King of all….you are NEVER to cower….Know your birthright…..and overcome all that scares you. Okay, gotta go. I Hate Spiders, but I hate fear more….fear is not your friends. Merrill has to go pick up the bodies. I don’t WANT to pick up the bodies, but I would if I HAD to…big difference…..face your fear, conquer your fear, make that fear your BITCH! I’m right here….if you need me…unless it’s a spider, then you’re on your own…Don’t Judge Me. Be Blessed.
Remember you set the Tone, you ARE the Example. BE KIND to each other. Show GRACE and MERCY to all those whom cross your path today. With your Daily Affirmations complete, enjoy your Saturday….Freedom from Fear Saturday….