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I was standing in front of the sink. I felt something on me, just above the waist. A split second before i looked down, i knew in my heart it was a spider. I looked. Yes. Medium-large.
I always thought i'd freak out, but as i stood there, a contact lense precariously balanced on the finger of one hand, the other soaked in water (yep, depite being on a knife edge between holding down under pressure and freaking out like a big girl, i was still too much of a pacafistic wus to kill the thing :0) ), i had no real options.
As i tried to reach for a towel to dry one hand, without dropping the contact lense from the other, it began to move.
For a split second i lost my composure, and tried to blow it off me. Bad move, the spider landed between the waistband of my boxers and the inside of my jeans. However bad the situation is, it doesn't even register next to having a spider down your trousers.
Fortunately, it crawled back up (do spiders have a sense of smell? ¦0D ), just as i dried my hand on the towel.
As i tried to edge the spider onto my hand (a manouver i never thought i'd have the guts to do with anything 8-legged and bigger than about 2mm), disaster struck again, the spider skillfully evaded my nervous fumblings, and made its way round to my back.
For the first time in my horrific ordeal, i lost sight of the evil hitch-hiker. I felt close to losing the steely nerves i was surprising myself with, but feeling the spider's every move, i tracked him across my back until he emerged on the other side of my body.
This time, i did my job better, scooping him up, and gently placing him on the ledge outside the window.
As he edged towards me again, i closed the window quickly.
That was my traumatic encounter over. I'd managed to keep my cool. I was always afraid i'd not have the nuts to keep my composure, like on so many 8-balls in the past, but i got through. And you know what? I think i could deal with picking a bigger spider up now. Maybe even finding it crawling on me wouldn't be such a big deal. Of course, i'll still be wary of the fast ones, but just wary, not afraid.
So maybe that's it, some fears are well founded, but if we can (or are forced to) face up to the irrational ones, the ones where it's only our fear that prevents us being successful, we do have the chance to liberate ourselves.
Here's to stumbling across a non-venemous snake : )
I always thought i'd freak out, but as i stood there, a contact lense precariously balanced on the finger of one hand, the other soaked in water (yep, depite being on a knife edge between holding down under pressure and freaking out like a big girl, i was still too much of a pacafistic wus to kill the thing :0) ), i had no real options.
As i tried to reach for a towel to dry one hand, without dropping the contact lense from the other, it began to move.
For a split second i lost my composure, and tried to blow it off me. Bad move, the spider landed between the waistband of my boxers and the inside of my jeans. However bad the situation is, it doesn't even register next to having a spider down your trousers.
Fortunately, it crawled back up (do spiders have a sense of smell? ¦0D ), just as i dried my hand on the towel.
As i tried to edge the spider onto my hand (a manouver i never thought i'd have the guts to do with anything 8-legged and bigger than about 2mm), disaster struck again, the spider skillfully evaded my nervous fumblings, and made its way round to my back.
For the first time in my horrific ordeal, i lost sight of the evil hitch-hiker. I felt close to losing the steely nerves i was surprising myself with, but feeling the spider's every move, i tracked him across my back until he emerged on the other side of my body.
This time, i did my job better, scooping him up, and gently placing him on the ledge outside the window.
As he edged towards me again, i closed the window quickly.
That was my traumatic encounter over. I'd managed to keep my cool. I was always afraid i'd not have the nuts to keep my composure, like on so many 8-balls in the past, but i got through. And you know what? I think i could deal with picking a bigger spider up now. Maybe even finding it crawling on me wouldn't be such a big deal. Of course, i'll still be wary of the fast ones, but just wary, not afraid.
So maybe that's it, some fears are well founded, but if we can (or are forced to) face up to the irrational ones, the ones where it's only our fear that prevents us being successful, we do have the chance to liberate ourselves.
Here's to stumbling across a non-venemous snake : )
I'd like to point out that a phobia is an irrational fear... pointing out that spiders are a necessary part of the ecosystem won't do anything to relieve their fears.
Aracnaphobics - demonizing spiders....
I like spiders. I always let a spider weave its web in my room in summer to catch buzzing flies.
Spiders are our friends. Don't demonize - harmonize.
I like spiders. I always let a spider weave its web in my room in summer to catch buzzing flies.
Spiders are our friends. Don't demonize - harmonize.
anyone going to see Eight Legged Freaks when it hits the cinema?
I wonder how well Dr. Duck's nerves of steel would hold up with one of those spiders crawling over his waist ;)
I wonder how well Dr. Duck's nerves of steel would hold up with one of those spiders crawling over his waist ;)
Some of them can be in your vision and then gone. I always kill them im afraid, its the only way i feel safe at night.
God damn, hope I never have to go through what you did!
Got quite a few spiders in my back garden and quite a few make the journey into my bedroom through the window. I'm scared to even touch the things...I usually find one crawling on my walls or on the ceilings...Hard to find on the walls sometimes though...Especially when they get behind my massive Anna Kournikova poster!
I usually keep a few bottles in my room to catch them with. I never kill them, i always let them out again in the garden. I usally keep them in the bottles overnight though, just look at them. Some of them are pretty damn fast!
Got quite a few spiders in my back garden and quite a few make the journey into my bedroom through the window. I'm scared to even touch the things...I usually find one crawling on my walls or on the ceilings...Hard to find on the walls sometimes though...Especially when they get behind my massive Anna Kournikova poster!
I usually keep a few bottles in my room to catch them with. I never kill them, i always let them out again in the garden. I usally keep them in the bottles overnight though, just look at them. Some of them are pretty damn fast!
My fear of spiders is basically insane. I have never been bitten or mutilated or attacked by a spider on any occasion, but i avoid them like a drunk in the street. Just seeing their Putrid little masses crawling along the floor or the ceiling makes we want to vomit.
I thought i had managed to curb my fear when on one occasion i managed to pick up this spider with about 1 inch legs and throw it into the toilet (i kill one whenever i see it).
But no just yesterday a 1.5 inch mustard/black coloured spider was spotted by my brother crawling across the living room floor. I done the only sane thing left, i shouted "kill it! KILL IT!!" Unfortunately my mum did not want the spider juices on the living room rug and opted instead to catch it in a noose in the form of a hankey.
So real is my fear that i was close to setting fire to the living room carpet, when i tried to cremate a spider larking about on the living room wall. Foolishly brandishing a burning hankey and approaching the spider i found the hankey a little more combustible than first envisiged.
The tissue was quickly overwhelmed with evil licking flames and my fingers felt the fork of their tongue, as the burning tissue fell towards the floor, spiraling wildly with ash falling from the fire liberated surfaces.
The carpet, a wool and polyester blend was unprepaired or such a menace. Upon touch down chaos reigned supreme, the carpet almost immeadiately caught alight, after running to the kitchen and fetching a cold glass of water i ran through to confront the blaze. I through the aqueous jaws of life at the dancing flames, but it only seemed to make them angrier.
I done all that was left, i stamped on the fire. This would have been fine had i not been also wearing a wool and polyester mix of sock, my feet were set ablaze due to the small ignition point of the tiny woolen hairs. Thankfully the carpet fire was out, but my feet were getting hot, i set about smothering the fire with my bare hands, we wrestled for a good 2 seconds, and then my feet were cool again. I was now left with a burn mark in the carpet, blackened hands, and questionable damage to my socks. Furtermore the spider was still at large!
I caught the spider in another tissue and threw it outside. I then placed my bean bag over the stain, which was concealled until three days later, when i got a right beating.
Bloody spiders....
I thought i had managed to curb my fear when on one occasion i managed to pick up this spider with about 1 inch legs and throw it into the toilet (i kill one whenever i see it).
But no just yesterday a 1.5 inch mustard/black coloured spider was spotted by my brother crawling across the living room floor. I done the only sane thing left, i shouted "kill it! KILL IT!!" Unfortunately my mum did not want the spider juices on the living room rug and opted instead to catch it in a noose in the form of a hankey.
So real is my fear that i was close to setting fire to the living room carpet, when i tried to cremate a spider larking about on the living room wall. Foolishly brandishing a burning hankey and approaching the spider i found the hankey a little more combustible than first envisiged.
The tissue was quickly overwhelmed with evil licking flames and my fingers felt the fork of their tongue, as the burning tissue fell towards the floor, spiraling wildly with ash falling from the fire liberated surfaces.
The carpet, a wool and polyester blend was unprepaired or such a menace. Upon touch down chaos reigned supreme, the carpet almost immeadiately caught alight, after running to the kitchen and fetching a cold glass of water i ran through to confront the blaze. I through the aqueous jaws of life at the dancing flames, but it only seemed to make them angrier.
I done all that was left, i stamped on the fire. This would have been fine had i not been also wearing a wool and polyester mix of sock, my feet were set ablaze due to the small ignition point of the tiny woolen hairs. Thankfully the carpet fire was out, but my feet were getting hot, i set about smothering the fire with my bare hands, we wrestled for a good 2 seconds, and then my feet were cool again. I was now left with a burn mark in the carpet, blackened hands, and questionable damage to my socks. Furtermore the spider was still at large!
I caught the spider in another tissue and threw it outside. I then placed my bean bag over the stain, which was concealled until three days later, when i got a right beating.
Bloody spiders....
I was standing in front of the sink. I felt something on me, just above the waist. A split second before i looked down, i knew in my heart it was a spider. I looked. Yes. Medium-large.
I always thought i'd freak out, but as i stood there, a contact lense precariously balanced on the finger of one hand, the other soaked in water (yep, depite being on a knife edge between holding down under pressure and freaking out like a big girl, i was still too much of a pacafistic wus to kill the thing :0) ), i had no real options.
As i tried to reach for a towel to dry one hand, without dropping the contact lense from the other, it began to move.
For a split second i lost my composure, and tried to blow it off me. Bad move, the spider landed between the waistband of my boxers and the inside of my jeans. However bad the situation is, it doesn't even register next to having a spider down your trousers.
Fortunately, it crawled back up (do spiders have a sense of smell? ¦0D ), just as i dried my hand on the towel.
As i tried to edge the spider onto my hand (a manouver i never thought i'd have the guts to do with anything 8-legged and bigger than about 2mm), disaster struck again, the spider skillfully evaded my nervous fumblings, and made its way round to my back.
For the first time in my horrific ordeal, i lost sight of the evil hitch-hiker. I felt close to losing the steely nerves i was surprising myself with, but feeling the spider's every move, i tracked him across my back until he emerged on the other side of my body.
This time, i did my job better, scooping him up, and gently placing him on the ledge outside the window.
As he edged towards me again, i closed the window quickly.
That was my traumatic encounter over. I'd managed to keep my cool. I was always afraid i'd not have the nuts to keep my composure, like on so many 8-balls in the past, but i got through. And you know what? I think i could deal with picking a bigger spider up now. Maybe even finding it crawling on me wouldn't be such a big deal. Of course, i'll still be wary of the fast ones, but just wary, not afraid.
So maybe that's it, some fears are well founded, but if we can (or are forced to) face up to the irrational ones, the ones where it's only our fear that prevents us being successful, we do have the chance to liberate ourselves.
Here's to stumbling across a non-venemous snake : )
I always thought i'd freak out, but as i stood there, a contact lense precariously balanced on the finger of one hand, the other soaked in water (yep, depite being on a knife edge between holding down under pressure and freaking out like a big girl, i was still too much of a pacafistic wus to kill the thing :0) ), i had no real options.
As i tried to reach for a towel to dry one hand, without dropping the contact lense from the other, it began to move.
For a split second i lost my composure, and tried to blow it off me. Bad move, the spider landed between the waistband of my boxers and the inside of my jeans. However bad the situation is, it doesn't even register next to having a spider down your trousers.
Fortunately, it crawled back up (do spiders have a sense of smell? ¦0D ), just as i dried my hand on the towel.
As i tried to edge the spider onto my hand (a manouver i never thought i'd have the guts to do with anything 8-legged and bigger than about 2mm), disaster struck again, the spider skillfully evaded my nervous fumblings, and made its way round to my back.
For the first time in my horrific ordeal, i lost sight of the evil hitch-hiker. I felt close to losing the steely nerves i was surprising myself with, but feeling the spider's every move, i tracked him across my back until he emerged on the other side of my body.
This time, i did my job better, scooping him up, and gently placing him on the ledge outside the window.
As he edged towards me again, i closed the window quickly.
That was my traumatic encounter over. I'd managed to keep my cool. I was always afraid i'd not have the nuts to keep my composure, like on so many 8-balls in the past, but i got through. And you know what? I think i could deal with picking a bigger spider up now. Maybe even finding it crawling on me wouldn't be such a big deal. Of course, i'll still be wary of the fast ones, but just wary, not afraid.
So maybe that's it, some fears are well founded, but if we can (or are forced to) face up to the irrational ones, the ones where it's only our fear that prevents us being successful, we do have the chance to liberate ourselves.
Here's to stumbling across a non-venemous snake : )