HEEBIE JEEBIES

When Abby was less than a week old I was nursing her at about 11 at night. I was exhausted. I was sitting on the couch in the dark. My arm kept getting scratched every time I moved it and I figured there was something tiny stuck to the blanket on the couch (kind of like a splinter) and just kept moving my arm. When Abby was done I got up and turned around to put her down. I glanced over at the couch and saw what looked like a beetle where my arm had been. I looked closer. It wasn't a beetle, it was a big old ugly spider. It took me a few seconds to realize that the splinter that had scratched me was actually a spider biting me. Needless to say, I was sleep-deprived and therefore flipped out. I screamed for Fluke and he woke up and came running and rather than smashing it he caught it so we could google it and make sure I wasn't going to fall over dead. Turns out it wasn't deadly but it was still totally creepy. Below is the culprit.

It still gives me shivers to look at the evil little bugger.

Now for the opposite of creepy:

I would be okay being bitten by this little creature.