Spiders

Really odd thing, I don't think anyone could accuse me of being arachnophobic (Agoraphobic's a maybe). I regularly pick up spiders with my bare hands. I think tarantulas are quite cute, but if there was one in my house I'd probably put it under a glass and find out what you do when a creature not native to this country who may stand a slim chance of surviving and additionally has the ability to make two-thirds of the population crap their pants. I've been in a similar situation before, when I found a spider which wasn't brown. It looked like it had the capacity to bite.... well, it looked like a red, tiny tachikoma. Anyway, Spiders don't freak me out at all.

Except in dreams. (a couple of dreams now) I go absolutely mental at spiders, backing away and trying to kill them at any given opportunity. I mean, in real life, at my age, in order for me to justify killing something, it has to be armed. If I don't /know/ something is poisonous, man-eating or an ant (I hate ants) I won't kill it. End of. Not just big spiders freak me out, immediately before the huge spider smash out, I saw a small spider and couldn't even look at it. (In general, if I'm scared of something, but it's not close or coming my way, looking away decimates the fear) I had to leave the room quickly. As I was leaving the room, something fell into my hair, I pulled it out of my hair, and threw it into the sink for closer inspection. Oh, good it's not a spider. Oh, well now it is, but only because this is a dream and that's how it works. Brief frenzied attempt to kill the spider before I either had a panic attack that woke me up or did some processing along the lines of Hey, it was in my hair, and I pulled it out. In real life it would take a week to get a spider out of my hair. Must be a dream.