Hannah gets back up after a minute. She’s still not feeling all too well, but she’s ready to get back to problem-solving. We flew, then hiked all this way to explore this temple, we’re not about to back down.
As she’s standing there, idle, a tarantula the size of my hand dives from the ceiling and lands on her shoulder.
She doesn’t panic — instead, in the split-second it takes me to gasp, she’s already reaching for her pocket, and pulls out a spider repellant.
One brave pshit, and there goes the tarantula.
I’m thoroughly impressed. A bit too much, maybe, as I don’t even notice the bright blue lights that have gathered around me.
These electric fireflies really hurt.
While I’m contemplating hoping back on the first plane back home, Hannah is now bursting with newfound confidence — because that’s apparently what surviving a hairy spider’s attack does to you. She gives the brass bowls another try.
And she succeeds! Well done, darling.
I look like hell, and everything hurts, but I’m happy she’s happy.
The Stewarts Family (and other shenanigans) 