Spider

The other day I was sitting quietly with crossed legs . I wouldn't use the words 'meditating' as I have no idea what it means and I think the word has been abused horribly. I might say something like 'battling the onslaught of restlessness and throngs of thoughts' but that would make me appear feeble minded. Hence, I thereby coin the term - 'sitting quietly'.

But instead of this futile soliloquy on semantics I would like to write about what I set out to write about.

While sitting quietly, I had the pleasant feeling of my limbs going numb and losing body consciousness, when I felt something brushing against my right foot.
I decided the wisest course of action would be to remain absolutely still and slowly open my eyes to investigate.

Sure enough, there it was, a massive 10 inch bright green spider with acid trickling from it's ferocious fangs.
Oh come on... Don't exaggerate so wildly... If you're gonna exaggerate, do it subtly and tactfully!

Fair enough. It was a black spider with the circumference of a small apple. But it could have been extremely poisonous!!

I watched with growing horror as it made it's way under my pant to my shin. I shut my eyes and resolved to keep still and focus all my will and energy on the thought of him going away.

After what seemed like eons, he scuttled out.

If you tell me it's the power of 'meditation' that scared him off without biting me, I'd probably get upset and break into a silly soliloquy about Semantics and the abuse of spiritual terms in language.