Today’s pictures come with a possibly disturbing story. If you are particularly queasy about spiders, I’d suggest you skip the text and just look at the pretty pictures, and don’t– I repeat don’t— even be tempted to read the story behind these pictures! I promise, I’m doing you a service by warning you.
Although you do probably want to know that my family is moving again, which is how these pictures came about.
This field– or rather, swampy land– is just down the road from the house that my parents and I are moving into. Mr. Owl and I were on a walk to find a good place for outfit pictures when we spotted these posts in the middle of swampland, and we both decided that it looked like such a wonderful, warm place to take pictures!
So we made our way down the slight incline off the road, meticulously stepping through a few stickerbushes, and jumped onto the slightly mushy ground. I was distracted by a few ducks in a pond nearby momentarily, but then I took a few steps further into the field, and I looked down.
And that is when I saw them. With every step. Hundreds upon hundreds of them, skittering in twenties every time I moved.
Spiders. Little, fast, scurrying, creepy, black spiders. Everywhere.
That is me, hurrying through the field in hopes that wetter land would be the death of the spiders. And realizing that these spiders seemed to particularly like wet land. And hoping that I didn’t have an emotional meltdown in the field full of spiders. And wondering if they were going to start crawling up my legs and kill me. And generally… just freaking out.
I am not exaggerating at all when I say that there was nowhere I stepped that did not arouse at least ten spiders. I have never seen so many spiders in one place!
So, I have not-so-affectionately dubbed this place “The Field of Nightmares.” Do I even have to explain that one? I didn’t want to stand still for fear that they’d latch onto me and scurry up my legs, yet I didn’t want to keep moving because every step upset more of them.
In attempts to get away from the field full of spiders, I made my way closer to the mud-and-water portion of the land.
The wetter land, while putting an end to the spiders, was not much better. Because instead of spiders, there were hundreds of flies that sprang up as I walked, not to mention the mud that kind of sort of sucked off my shoes.
For a little while, there were bricks to walk on, but then the inevitable happened: the mud tried to steal my shoe, so I took it off and squished through what was most likely mud, clay, and duck poop. And also water.
And I have to admit, I wasn’t really grossed out by the mud squishing between my toes, because by that time I was too relieved to be away from The Field of Nightmares. And I always have liked playing in the mud. Even if it might have duck poop and who knows what else in it.
Once we finally got out of the field/swamp/mud, we headed to a nearby park wherein there is a stream, because my feet looked like this:
But after a little wash in the stream, the shoes (and my feet) were good as new!
I was a little traumatized… or am… but not too much worse for wear. No spiders got me, I lived, I didn’t slip and fall in the mud as I am prone to doing.
And we managed to get a few good pictures in the dappled forest light. I should mention that this park/forest is very near the new house, and may just be my new favorite place!
So, moral of the story?
Never wander into innocent-looking fields, especially if they’re swampy. They might be full of spiders.
And also, I hate spiders. As a side note, because I’ve read and heard so many people say it’s irrational to fear spiders: they’re small, they’re fast, I can’t control where they go or predict where they go, and some of them are actually deadly. So I don’t think it’s irrational at all. Seriously, one of those little eight-legged freaks might kill me!
On that wonderful note, I hope you all have a beautiful Monday!
I’m going to have nightmares for weeks.
I don’t remember how much any of this was, except for my shoes which were $14 from Target.