As I prep for the trip this weekend, I have to admit I’ve always been a bit of a white-knuckle flyer. It’s not so much the being airborne that makes me squeamish as it is sitting in business class or whatever they call it these days, in a smallish seat squeezed in with two other folks. It’s just one of those things.
Once the trip is underway, I’m OK. I just read, grade papers, or edit a chapter. No problem.
The other thing that really makes me cringe and get squeamish is large spiders. Folks, I know they have a role to play in the environment, but they give me the heebie jeebies.
So, when I saw this item in the morning news, I was thinking: Oh, great.
The article called it a ‘baboon tarantula.’ And yes, I am flying out of BWI. What the hell is a baboon tarantula?
It’s this thing.
If I were handling baggage, you would be able to hear me screaming all the way to I-95, because I would be running that far, that fast, just to get away from that darn thing.
The article says passengers were put on another flight. Hopefully the backup plane was checked for spiders.
Let’s hope for a nice, boring, run-of-the-mill flight to Pensacola this Sunday.