… because severely phobic people are just so entertaining.
yesterday, napping on the couch, he comes home. he says, hold out your hand. and i do. and he puts the thing in it. my eyes are blurry can’t make out what it is, so i ask …
it’s a bug.
scream. fling bug. scream again. cry. sit there feeling the afterimage of the feeling of the bug in my hand, for a good twenty mintues afterward. fixing up those pictures, had me at least half as freaked as the incident itself — it was in my hand. in my hand. that thing. my hand.