When I was about seven, I lived on the outskirts of Bend. We were living in a rental house at the time. the neighborhood was nice, and I had one really good friend in particular. We had many foolish adventures, but one in particular is funny to think back on.
The first was on a sunny day. We were playing outdoors, and my friend Krystal spotted a large black spider under the deck. It was so pretty that we just HAD to catch it. We ran inside and gathered all the tools we would need: Some string, a stick, a jar and some plastic bags. My mother noticed and asked us what we were doing. "We're trying to catch this pretty black spider with red on it's tummy!" I said. My mom ran outside, took the black widow spider off of my arm and squished it on the ground.
While it was very scary at the time, it's still really funny to think back on. And even more ironic: I've developed a large fear of spiders since then.
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