About 5 years ago I was really in to Live Action Role Playing (dressing up (in midevily style clothining) as your character (white tiger for me) and running around the woods trying to hit each other with pvc pipe covered in foam and throwing packets of bird seed at each other).
See above statement for running around the woods. In the spring. When tiny young of many creatures are born.
So I walk up to the tavern and am talking with some folks and notice that there is something on my velvet-like pants. Oh a baby spider. How cute. Oh look. Another one. And another. And...... OH MY GOODNESS MY PANTS ARE NOW MADE OF BABY SPIDERS!
Somehow I had walked through a web where a nest of spiderlings had just hatched. Now, a small spider or two I can handle, but hundreds, all over my legs, NOT SO MUCH!
I calmly (on the outside) turned to my then boyfriend now husband, and said "Cabin, NOW!" He had no idea what the problem was. Not wanting to seem like a screamy girl in front of my friends, I power walked back to the cabin with him in tow, saying "What's wrong?"
"You have to help me out of my pants" I said, allowing myself to slightly panic now that we were in private.
He got that look on his face.
"No, you don't understand." I said now nearly crying. "There are hundreds of tiny spiders all over my pants and I'm gonna loose it here in a bout 30 seconds."
Compounding all of this was I was wearing mid-thigh boots that laced up all the way. It was a major production to get them off or on.
He manned up and helped me unlace my boots and shimmy out of my pants in record speed. As soon as they were gone I ran around the cabin doing my interperative dance of "Ack-baby-spiders-were-on-my-pants-and-I-didn't-know-they-were there-Ack" until I got it out of my system. The pants got put immediately in a plastic bag, tied up and thrown in the trash on the spot.
My husband still refers to me as spider pants on occasion and I still have to do that interprative dance at the memory of that incident.
