Remember this kid, the one who complained of an earache and ended up having two live spiders living in his ears?
Well this morning when I went to change Sofie's overnight diaper, what did I find? Not only the usual motherlode of poop, but yes -- a live spider crawling around in there.
Oh. My. God.
I have something of a spider phobia to begin with, which lingers despite my attempts to overcome it and is exacerbated by coming across one unexpectedly. And you better believe me, the inside of my daughter's diaper falls squarely in the "unexpected" territory.
This particular spider was nothing big or poisonous or dangerous, just the standard smallish house spider we see all the time around here and have taken to calling Sheila. If you can't beat 'em, might as well name 'em. There's a Sheila in the kitchen, I'll say when I come to bed. Hi Sheila, we'll say when we see one on the ceiling far out of reach. It helps a little.
But again -- HELLO. In the fricking diaper? How did it get in there? She was in footed sleepers, and I know it wasn't there when she went to bed because the very last thing I did before she drifted off to sleep was put diaper creme all over her because of a rash. Did it somehow crawl in between her buttons and find its way down there in the middle of the night? And ... well, WHY? Was it just looking for a warm, moist place?
And of course, my immediate reaction was to shriek. Which probably is not such a reassuring thing to have happen when you're a baby and your mom is changing your diaper. So despite my urge to hop around the room having a meltdown, I had to quickly stifle the ick reaction, squish the damn thing with a wet wipe, and get on with business.
But I'll admit, I was a bit jumpy about changing her diapers the rest of the day. Who knows what I might find in there tomorrow?