Something brushed up against my foot, I do not know what it is, but my sense tells me that this isn’t something I should look down at. A sense of nervousness crept up on me as this thing began to climb up into my pant and start moving up toward my stomach.
I had a sense that it was big for a insect, so I am sure this is not an insect or mosquito or small insects like that. It was way bigger than that and I had a feeling that it may be one of the things I’m scared of “Tarentula”. Right now I am in a national park and paying visits on nature and as it turns out, a fun day turns into a almost life and dead situation. I did not dare tough this thing or move a bit. I want to turn my head down to see if it was a tarentula and well I did and a really terrible experience: I saw a tarantula right on mhy feet standing there with its 8 big feet slowly climbing up and then I saw its eyes starring right at me as if saying: You move a bit and I’ll bite you and you brush me off I jump right into your face and…. I can’t say that part because that would be bloody.
I was about to die when my dad and mom came with a national park worker and they were stunned, the worker ask me “how’d you get that on you?”, I don’t know, “don’t move a bit, and don’t make it mad or you get bite with a risk of death.”, HOLY **** I’m about to die, now that is some serious thing. I got a tarentula climbing up on me, a worker trying to find something to get it off, and both of my parent were looking at me telling me to remain calm. HOW THE HECK AM I SUPPOSE TO REMAIN CALM WHEN I’M ABOUT TO DIE.
Yeah well, I’m about to die, I can’t say good bye, can’t do anything but to watch the fearless tarentula climb up on me and get wack into head by the wood found by the worker. Well, obviously it’s hurt because I saw blood coming out of its so called “forehead” and it flee back into the jungle. Well, it was a nail biter, I nearly got bitten by one of the things I’m scared of. I will never ever ever ever forget its look, the dark brown eyes starring at me.