Arachnid attack

I was desperately trying to push the spider away from my body, and I tried hitting it with a baseball bat but no use. It would not budge, not even move a little. The monster had clasped its claws on my thighs and it was staring me down. This is not right, I said to myself. It raised its fang slowly and pushed it deep into my thigh, I roared in pain. A trickle of tear flowed down my left cheek. In a flash it pulled the fang out and attacked on another part of my thigh, I was in excruciating pain, the blood was oozing out from two big holes in my thigh; I was about to pass out from too much blood loss. I thought maybe this is the end, and rightly so one arachnid took revenge for another. The one I murdered had somehow come back from death to kill me.The eyes of this spider reminded me of my brother’s pet.

The tarantula loosened up its grip on my thigh, I took a deep breath. Maybe it was done. But, it crawled up on my chest and the fang was up in the air again, this time headed for my heart. I closed my eyes and readied myself for my apparent death.

I opened my eyes and there was no spider, no holes in my thigh and no blood. Although, there was profuse amount of sweat all over my body, it was another one of those, the nightmares. I had had these before as well.

I put my hand under the pillow to pull out the cell phone and turned its screen on, it was 2.45 AM.

The sweating had made me thirsty, and I wanted a change of clothes too. I walked to the kitchen to drink a glass of water and then headed to the dressing room. I undressed to my birthday suit, turned on the fan and opened the cupboard, the air touching my skin felt nice. I picked up another night suit to wear. I turned around after finishing dressing, I saw it.

My nightmare sitting right in front of me on the ground, I could bet my life it was a goliath bird eater. At first, I contemplated running. But then I decided, not to, maybe this was just a hallucination. I pinched myself to make sure I was not dreaming. Then, it moved. It was indeed real. I slowly moved towards the kitchen. Travelling those ten yards staring down at those fangs and being careful not to look straight into its eyes, I felt I was going to die soon.

I got hold of the pesticide can; it killed small spiders in an instant. It would only be logical it would kill this one too, only if right amount of dose could be administered.

I knew I had to be careful, because I did not want to end up in an OR (Operation Room) again. I slowly closed the dressing room’s door,leaving enough opening for me to keep the spider in the view and to seep the insecticide can’s pipe inside. I took aim for the eyes and the body, and pressed the can’s button, the spider almost leaped at me but I sprayed the killer liquid until the can was nearly empty and the spider lay dead.

I remembered the warnings on TV; I had to report a sighting.It was strange that these creatures had launched a fully fledged attack at the capital of India. I picked up the phone and dialed the number.

“I have a dead tarantula spider in my home.”

“Dead?”

“I killed it with an insecticide.”

“What is your address?”

I gave them my address and in 15 minutes I had a team of spidey experts sweeping my house for any more of the big bugs. They took away the corpse of the arachnid and I hoped that was the end of it.