Was not so itsy, definitely not bisty.
I consider myself not squeamish when it comes to the creepy crawlies. I have lived with spiders in harmony thus far and imagine it will continue. I am the woman who stops to take a picture of a tarantula in the road when I see one. I marvel at the intricate webs that are woven. I respect the species as a whole and can't quite understand people who are freaked out by them.
So what happened this morning to my self proclaimed bad ass self?
I let out a high pitched, ear shattering squeal when I nearly planted myself face first into a spider about the size of two quarters welded together dangling from gosh knows where in the tree branches above me. SQUEALED! Thought number one: AHHHHH! Damn, that spider is big! Thought number two, accompanied by a quick, furtive glance at my neighbors windows: I hope I didn't wake anyone.
Call me a hypocrite, call me squeamish, call me a chicken. Just know that tomorrow morning, I will be paying very close attention to the air above me while I walk by the trees.