I empathize wholeheartedly. I've had my share of having to kill large multi-legged nasties, whimpering and cursing with fright and disgust all the way. Luckily this summer was nasties-free. I wouldn't have been able to kill a big spider that jumped, though. Hell, I'm even afraid of the teeny tiny spiders that jump (they're actually kind of cute, until they jump ON you).
I have a traumatizing spider story from when I was little and visiting the Philippines. My grandmother's house had an outhouse in the backyard, and when I say backyard, I mean banana trees and coconut trees and all sorts of foliage. So one time I opened the door and saw a BIG BROWN HAIRY SPIDER chillin' on the wall just above the toilet seat. "Aw, HELL naw," I said (well, not really, Will Smith wasn't famous yet) and I held my pee and looked for another bathroom.
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Date: 2008-09-07 06:32 am (UTC)I have a traumatizing spider story from when I was little and visiting the Philippines. My grandmother's house had an outhouse in the backyard, and when I say backyard, I mean banana trees and coconut trees and all sorts of foliage. So one time I opened the door and saw a BIG BROWN HAIRY SPIDER chillin' on the wall just above the toilet seat. "Aw, HELL naw," I said (well, not really, Will Smith wasn't famous yet) and I held my pee and looked for another bathroom.