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The old monster movie Tarantula is directly responsible for what
is, to this day, the single greatest athletic feat of my life. I
was, as I recall, around 10 years old, a dumpy fat kid who didn't
exercise and really didn't even go outside much. I was home alone
on a Friday afternoon, and just happened to turn on the tv at the
right moment to catch the beginning of Tarantula. Since I loved
monster movies, I was riveted to the screen, despite the fact I was
enormously, almost cartoonishly afraid of spiders at that age.
Anyway, when the movie was done I was jumpy as all get out, but
decided I needed to go down into the basement to fetch myself a
soda. We kept them in a small room just around the corner from the
stairs, so I screwed my courage to the sticking post and went
Now, this is a furnished basement, and it's fairly shallow with a
ceiling that's above ground level. That floor above is only about 6
feet above the basement floor, and the staircase is comparatively
long and shallow, being about 8 feet long and, of course, 6 feet in
height. Anyway, I get to the bottom of the stairs, and turn the
corner into the freezer room where the sodas are. As I'm reaching
for the light, there's an enormous CRASH! directly in front of me.
What had happened was a wall cabinet came loose and smashed to the
floor. But it was dark in there, and my 10 year old brain instantly
went "ENORMOUS SPIDER COME FOR MY JUICES!!!!", and so I flipped
full on fight or flight. I, in one smooth motion, pirouetted my big
fat ass in a 180 degree arc, planted a foot on the bottom step, and
cleared the entirety of the basement staircase in a single bound,
slamming into the couch halfway across the room on the ground
floor. I suspect I screamed like a goat at a chupacabra gang bang,
but my mind was blank to such trivial details.
The next year, my mom bought me a Universal Monsters lunchbox,
which had a picture of the melty face Doctor from Tarantula. The
brief flashback was not pleasant. :P