Feel the Blame

While I myself could not see the spiders on the floor, there was obviously a lot of them. The poor surprised nurse, quickly regained her composure. Even if her scream had aroused the recently departed, lying in the morgue, behind the accident and emergency department (was that by design I wonder?). I could barely see through my partial eye lidded vision of one eye. and, while attempting to remain at arms length from the horrendous multitudes, the nurse gathered the neck of the patients property bag closed again. Have you ever noticed that people often try to keep something unpleasant at arms length. Generally, also trying to avert their faces, or at least their eyes and sometimes their nose. Even if they have to actually touch it. I know I can handle just about anything ( and in my current employment generally do), but if there is one thing that has made me seriously gag in the last few years, it was, bizarrely of all things, the collecting of soft dog faeces from a shag pile carpet. Trust me, trying not to look at it, while experiencing the warm and soggy sensation, and the sharp smell that came with it. I gagged a little.

Brushing off her hands in the process. I think there must have been quite a lot of spiders escaping. The jar had, as I had expected, smashed during the collision, and the nest, which was obviously well and truly ready, had broken open. Imagine how great that would have been during the talk. Just as I was presenting the information about the masses of spider babies, they would have broken out inside the jar. The boys would have loved it. The girls would most likely have screamed and some would probably have run from the room. The other boys would have really loved that. I must say that probably could have changed my entire school year and school career. It would have been talked about and probably even made special mention at the end of the year. As I didn't make it to the school, I was the only student to hear (can't swear exactly what I saw, given how poor my vision was) the nurses horror at the contents of this particular patients property.

I'm not saying that my entire school experience and success was due to the failure of this presentation not happening, but there can be no denying, had I made it to school, and the event as expected, had occurred......? Who can say how I may have been treated for the rest of the school year. Instead. I was shown ( very quickly) the mass of small spiders inside my patients property bag. A glance only, as the bag was rapidly shut. All the while my mother had become quite excited and demanding to know one or two things. One: What was I doing with a spiders nest in a jar in my school bag? And of course the other question.... Where did the jar come from? 

(Continued tomorrow)

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