Today I did my empathy training assignment. I've decided not to use my left arm and hand. It was going pretty well. Then came the saga of the one handed woman and the spider. While doing sit ups, I noticed a huge spider on the ceiling. Now, I am not afraid of spiders and am not opposed to them living inconspicuous lives n the remote corners of my home, but the ceiling is another matter. It would freak me out if the spider falls in my hair. With my thick natural, there would be no way to get it out and I did not relish the thought of shaving my head to get a spider out of my hair. I did not want to kill it, just relocate it outdoors.
I got a broom with the idea of knocking it to the floor, then scooping it up and tossing it outside. At least that was the plan. I knocked it off the ceiling, but my aim was not great one handed, so I inadvertently knocked it on to the couch.
Big problem. The couch is covered with soft, comfortable throws. It is like a soft nest that Nala, Max and I snuggle together in after long busy days. The spider immediately ducks under the throws and hides. Freaked that the spider is now in my couch some where, I begin to pull off all the throws, looking for the spider. I catch a glimpse of it crawling between the cushions. So I take off the cushions. I can't catch it, but I was able to swat it to the floor. Where I learned it is impossible to catch a spider one handed. Finally I grabbed a glass from the cabinet. I was able to trap it under the glass where it will remain until tonight when this exercise is over so I can take it outside. The spider and I were both traumatized by this. The room is a wreck and Max and Nala think I'm crazy keeping a spider under a glass.