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Originally Posted by QuickSilver  I think snakes are cool. Snaaaaaaaaaaaaaaake. 
Spiders, on the other hand, are evil. Their only purpose in life is to crawl on you until you die of fear and creeped outness. Then they feast on your remains.
I do however, feel guilty about killing them, which is also part of their plot, in addition to being gross and scary. |
OH! You used that word! Spelled out!!! I can relate to your spider woes!
Isn't it funny how everybody is so different in what just makes their skin crawl or sends them flying? I once found a baby garden snake(so the policeman said - HE called it a baby - looked like a big one to me) in my kitchen by the refrigerator! Panicked like a school girl. Total spaz. Screamed, froze, then ran to the front door, opened it, got to the yard, then realized my 3 lb. Jilly (Yorkie) was still in the kitchen barking her head off, ran back to the kitchen door with my robe wrapped around my chest rather than hanging down to the floor(like that little snake could clasp onto it & suck my blood), screamed at Jilly to "get out get out get out" like a wild woman, ran back to the front & out, waiting outside for poor little Jilly to come. She gave me the woefullest look as if to say "And this babbling basket case is superior to me on the food chain?" as she trotted through the door to the front porch.
We stayed out there for a while, then I panicked all over again & thought what if that thing crawls under my fridge? I will have to go now to a hotel, sell the house & live in Ireland as I can never return inside. I really had that thought process. That is exactly what I thought - hotel, sell, emigrate. That is phobia for you. But I thought again & something - God or shock - or both - got me into the house, found a stainless steal mixing bowl & got close enough (I still shudder thinking about it) to IT to kind of toss that bowl upside down over it so it had to stay put. I grabbed the phone & ran back outside. Jilly was back barking her head off right beside me all the while. I called - no kidding -
911. Said I had found a snake in my house & was outside, phobic, panicked, could never go back inside that house again & what could I do - where could I go? Those kind folks there, rather than ticket me for an unauthorized call to Emergency Services, sent a policeman who kindly went in and killed it & - yikes - brought the dead tiny little IT out & put it in the gutter. I couldn't look once I saw him coming out with
something dangling from his hand. He stopped & washed his hands at the outside faucet. I walked down the street with Jilly to get far away. I could not help myself. There is no explaining irrational terror. Kind policeman came for me, told me what he'd done, that IT had gotten out from under the bowl & under the fridge(!!!!!!) but he found it easily & disposed of it, then brought me to the porch, talked to me like the panicked idiot I was & gently, somehow, some way that only a man can do, brought me inside THAT house again. I say THAT house - it is the same one but it's not. After that, lots of Valium, a frantic call to all known males to come to my aid, many sleepless nights and an excellent cleaning crew, and new backdoor & doorframe to prevent further unauthorized visitors of the long, low, skinny, green variety, I called this a NEW house. Had to or would have to move to Ireland. It took me the longest time to be able to get over a form of post-traumatic distress from that day. I did call the non-emergency number back the next day & apologize profusely, re-thank that policeman & his supervisor. They were all so nice to me,
said they understood. So, I set about starting to try to desensitize myself to those things. I have come a long way but
ain't there yet by any stretch.
Spiders? Pitbulls? Biting dogs? No problem - can deal. Garden snakes - run - then go back for the Yorkie & call 911!