It's true. I'm terribly and irrationally afraid of spiders. I'm not sure if I've always had this irrational fear or if it's the result of the gruesome stories my best friend told me one day during grade school P.E. Either way, terrified of spiders.
But I'm also very rational in the sense that I recognize that spiders are extremely useful creatures that prevent a lot of other pest problems. I prefer to avoid killing creatures that don't need killed. Growing up, my little brothers took care of spiders for me. I had one particular brother I called on most frequently because he would humor me and catch the spiders and release them outside. My other brothers usually just killed them. (I never saw a poisonous spider growing up. I have since then. Those ones we don't save.)
As an adult, I find myself dealing with spiders on my own. Tonight, there was a spider in the corner above our sliding glass door. I looked at it. It looked at me. I grabbed some boxes thinking that maybe I could use them to scoop the spider out the door. I looked at it again. It looked at me. I moved the boxes towards it and it scuttled towards the ceiling. Suddenly I realized that in a moment it could be above me and then it could drop onto my head! (As if it would want to drop on my head...) I panicked! Paper towels! Squish! Squeal (I'm sure dead it can hurt me through this paper towel, especially since it's not poisonous) & quick tip-toe dance/run to the garbage can (get it out of my hand)!
Then I look in the the living room. Fortunately, Big Brother missed the whole ordeal and Baby Brother was already in bed. I'm trying to not pass on this irrational fear and behavior...
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