I watched "Dawn of the Dead" last night. So it doesn't come with much surprise that I woke up this morning with Zombies on my mind.
It was dark and cold in the house at my awakening. My husband snored, oblivious to the harp music playing on his new iPhone alarm. I leaped out of bed, careful to jump far enough to allude any of the living dead from grasping my ankles via the underworld of dust bunnies.
I needed to bathe. As I turned on the water, the famous "shower scene" from "Psycho" flashed through my hyper-aware brain. Neither the pulsing warm water or the scent of sesame oil could cut through my severe case of the willies. Still, the zombies and serial killers were reluctant attack and today I retreated from my shower unscathed.
"Let's move on with the day," I thought to myself as I watched a sliver of blue sky appear beyond a distant ridge. I used a wide-toothed comb to free my tangled locks from a rat's nest.
When I leaned over the sink, it was only then my horror of the day would be realized. As I bent my head and brushed my hair forward to make an even part on my scalp, that's when I saw a black spider dangle from my comb.
I screamed. My husband jumped from the bed and he bopped the wee spider on the head.
That is the end of the spider.
But, I am sure there are many, many more Zombie spiders out there waiting...to make me suffer.