su has a story about a grasshopper in her dreams. Well, not so much in them as on them, or rather crawling around on her head while she was dreaming.
This reminded her of a childhood impression, dreamfuzz-sprinkled, of a spider crawling over her face in the night.
I confirmed that I’ve had a couple of nocturnal close encounters with this species of wee hairy beastie myself, with results that may have been hilarious to others, but weren’t to me. I prefer my nocturnal encounters to involve at least as much hair but rather fewer legs. And eyes.
Snopes says we don’t actually swallow eight spiders per year each. But I’m telling you now, the number’s non-zero.
I’m telling you also, at 4 am with me in the living room refusing to re-acquaint myself with my bedchamber after the ENORMOUS HAIRY EVIL HUNTSMAN TRIED TO GET INTO MY MOUTH WHILE I SLEPT, I looked a little like this:
Two creatures enter, one creature leaves. Sadly, it was me, shivering the night away on the couch, lights blazing.