Spiders

Spiders. 

When I hear that word 9/10 times I will either jump out of the seat I’m sitting in, or run away and never come back. If there’s one thing I despise more than anything it’s spiders. When I was little I wouldn’t sleep in my room for days at a time if I found one in there – I would first make my mom or dad come kill it and then second choose to sleep on the couch to make certain none were left.

 A few days ago, I found one living in the corner of my bedroom near the double doors in my room. It was huge. Now most people may disagree with me that it was the biggest thing they have ever seen in their life, but to me it was larger than my liking. Ask anyone – I can’t kill a baby spider let alone one that is 10 sizes bigger.

 I think my fear of spiders is rooted from my time back home when I was little. My brother and I were playing outside one day near the trash cans. I lost the basketball to the back corner of the garage and so I went over to retrieve it. Little did I know there was a black widow hanging on its web right next to my basketball. I called for my dad and he told me to pick up a brick and slam it on top of him – so I did. The black widow burst into about 1,000 little baby black widows coming right at me. To this day, I will never kill another spider in my life. 

So, back to my apartment in Fort Worth with the giant spider. It had legs that were about as long my fingers are, a little tiny body that was multi-colored brown and black, and it hung upside down on its web. Clearly, I didn’t have an option this time to leave it and sleep somewhere else until it croaked; I had to take action immediately. 

So, instead of grabbing a shoe myself (because I’m a wimp) I called for my roommate to come kill it. She tackled the spider like a pro and even picked it up with a napkin after she killed it to throw it away in the trashcan. I think this is sign I won’t be able to live without a roommate. Ever.

 I don’t mind too much looking at spiders from a distance – or if they’re dead – but the second they start to move I scream bloody Mary. Overall, I think I spend so much time being scared of the little insects and rodents that Mother Nature brings along, and not enough time thinking about how much they help our environment. I hope I’ll be able to one day get over my fear of spiders and instead of killing them, trying to let them walk back to their homes outside.