When bugs attack (GRAPHIC IMAGES BELOW....BEWARE)

One weekend morning I was cleaning up the family room when I saw a HUGE spider scutter across our couch. I started screaming for Danny to come and kill it but he was in the shower and didn't feel the need to come to my rescue. I thought I saw where the spider went but 30 minutes later when Danny was done getting ready and decided to help we couldn't find it. Later that night we were finishing up eating dinner at the table and watching TV. Normally after eating we would move to sit on the couch but both of us just continued to sit at the table. We both looked at each other and finally Danny said, "We're never sitting on the couch ever again huh?" After 2 weeks and numerous cleanings of the couch (and never finding the spider) we cautiously started sitting on the couch. I also bought a huge can of spider spray to keep on the coffee table just in case.

About 3 weeks after the spider incident I came home from hanging out with a friend on a Friday night and went to curl up on my desk chair and felt a sharp pain in my ankle. I looked down and my ankle was swollen up huge. It looked like I had gotten a mosquito bite (I've had bad reactions to mosquito bites in the past) so I didn't think anything of it. I didn't sleep at all that night because my ankle hurt and was so itchy. The next day Danny and I went to Walgreen's to pick up some strong anti-itch cream since I thought I was so going to die of itchiness. The cream helped a ton but the next morning my bite was even bigger and surrounded by tons of blood under the skin. It hurt a lot too and I felt fatigued and nauseous. It was bizarre and I was paranoid I had some disease.  After a couple of days and no improvement I decided to go to the doctor. The doctor looked at the bite and immediately said I had been bitten by a poisonous spider! She even pointed out the fang marks to me. SICK!!!  Danny and I were totally freaking out.

We didn't feel safe in our own home so I called our apartment manager and they sent their exterminator over. After a thorough and somewhat embarrassing search of our entire apartment it was determined that we did not have bed bugs (duh!) and he sprayed for spiders. The last couple of weeks we have spent killing spiders that have been forced out of hiding by the spray. I thought the purpose of the spray was to kill the spiders but whatever. At least now Danny comes running when I start screaming about a spider. Lesson learned the hard way!