When animals attack

Remember back when I told you how much I hated spiders? Well I think this guy told his fiercest friends to head over to my apartment and attack. This weekend I found a pretty sizable spider chilling on my window. I immediately freaked out, grabbed a tissue and killed that sucker. A strange wave of satisfaction came over me in doing so. I had saved myself from a possible attack! I was recently reprimanded by a friend for my spider killing ways (apparently they are good because they eat bugs and such. blah. blah. blah.) but those suckers are gross and cause me great amounts of anxiety. And they bite. They deserve to die.

I must have celebrated a bit to early because I woke up with a giant bite on my leg. I thought, "Damn, that guy got me! I just got bit by a dog, and now this?! Bastard." The bite has gotten worse and more painful in the last few days so I decided to do some research to see if I was going to die from this and should consider visiting a doctor. Let me take a moment to say that the internet should not be used to self diagnose injuries - you will only freak yourself out. I came across this chart and have narrowed down my attacker to either the Black House spider or the Orb-Weaving one. This is great news! One of them is low risk and one is toxic! Given that i found it in the window, I'm leaning towards the toxic option. Perfect. (Side note: Black House spiders are native to Australia so I should be OK. Fingers crossed!)

Lesson learned: I don't know what the heck bit me, but it hurts and needs to go away. Soon.

Another Day, Another Race

Saturday morning I headed down to Prospect Park with my friend Laura to run in the Nike+ Human Race 10K. Nearly 800,000 people around the world all ran in the race! After my half, I hurt my ankle and had taken some time off from running and literally only started running again 2 days before the race. Probably not the best idea. The whole day was kind of a mess. I forgot my running chip, I forgot my transmitter for my Nike+, and I felt bad when I was running.

After the race, Laura and I decided to treat ourselves to one of the best egg and cheese sandwiches in NY at Prime Meats. As we were walking and talking, and minding our own business, a giant pitbull leaps from the bushes and attacks me, knocking me down to the ground! Well, it didn't happen exactly that way, but still we were walking and this pit jumped at me and bit my hand! The owner was a jerk and didn't even apologize that his dog not only jumped on me, but bit me. All in all, a fail of a morning for me.