» Mon Mar 14, 2011 10:47 pm
When I was a teenager, I lived in Utah for a while, and my Dad and I used to like to go explore old ghost towns, abandoned mines and whatnot.
So one day (early spring) we go to this old abandoned mining town, and find a tunnel through a defunct old earthen dam. We head in a bit, and my Dad says "Looks like the wall is moving." I reach out to touch it, and just as I do, I realize that the walls and ceiling are covered in thousands and thousands of daddy long legs spiders.
With just the lightest touch, they cascade down, very literally covering us from head to toe in thousands of panicked, frantic spiders. We run out, and make a mad dash to the old millrace, leaping into the water, which was very cold. Got rid of the spiders though.
Not afraid of spiders, but that was a bit much. Just thought I'd share that with you arachnophobic folks, cause I'm nice like that. Sweet dreams!