The Wooden Box

Having dinner for the first time at your boyfriends parents house is something to never be forgotten.  It thankfully was not the first time meeting The McNair's, however it was the first time to meet Harry. 

I was in the kitchen talking with Mrs. McNair when Daniel asked me to come into the living room. Before he had called for me to come in there, I noticed him looking around at what I thought was going be childhood pictures. He looked at me and very slowly pulls down a wooden box from the top shelve. Now, just so that you get the full picture: he never takes his eyes off me the entire time pulling this box down. I, at this point, am giggling, smiling, ready to see what he can't wait to show me. He keeps his eyes on me, I keep my eyes on the box. He removes the lid very slowly and I take a peek at what it could be. As soon as my eyes laid upon what treasure was sitting in the box, I took off without a sound to the kitchen. Daniel rushed to make sure I was ok. Needless to say, I was not ok.  Not to his surprise from me bolting at 90 MPH, he found me in tears, sweating, red faced from not breathing, and hitting myself. He hugged me and told me how sorry he was, he felt so bad that he took me upstairs and let me lay down until I was no longer slapping myself thinking Harry was on me.

Now, a little background information on Harry: Harry is a gift from an aunt when he was a child. Harry is a black with brown stripes tarantula. Yep, full size. Yes, they had decided to keep him for moments like this. Harry is no longer alive, thank God. I cannot go into the living room anymore. 

Daniel knew I didn't like spiders, to his defense, not many people do, that's normal. He didn't realize that I really have a fear of them. In fact, we were watching tv last night and a preview came on that featured a Harry. Daniel covered my eyes so that I would not stop breathing. Thanks to Harry, Daniel and his whole family are very good spider killers when I'm around.