Nothing makes me curl up into the fetal position faster than spiders. No matter the size, shape or skill set, I despise them all. And don’t tell me they play an important part in the animal kingdom/food chain. Later for all that! When one is rappelling down from the ceiling on a shaky web or scuttling across my kitchen floor or crawling across my linens or crafting a death trap across my front door, I consider the gauntlet thrown. It’s me against them and only one of us is coming out alive.
I can vanquish any other kind of insect without the slightest remorse but spiders are the Sum of All Fears. They move too quickly. They’re silent. They have too many legs and eyes. They’re hairy.
They do this.
Occasionally, by the time I’ve screwed my courage to the sticking post they’re gone! And the only thing worse than seeing a spider in my house? LETTING THAT SPIDER LIVE. Such transgressions cannot be allowed. I can’t sleep knowing that beast has free reign.
I suck it up, say a prayer and do my duty. The house is usually a mess, the neighbors are calling 911 because I’m screaming bloody murder and I’m hyperventilating, but victory is always mine.
When is the last time you conquered your fears?