I have a fairly well-known bug* phobia. I know it is irrational, I know that we need bugs of all types, blahblahblah. Phobias aren't rational.
Anyway.
For some reason, in blatant disregard for my acute phobia, spiders seem to want to be near me.
Exhibit A: 21st September 2006 -- I open the front door to my house to leave for work and a spider drops out of the sky. I shriek and do a little dance to stomp on the spider.
Exhibit B: 4th January 2007 -- I am sitting at a table in the cafeteria, having lunch with some co-workers. One of them looks at me and points slightly to my left. I turn my head to find a spider hanging there, about a foot from my face. I shriek, scramble to push my chair back (and nearly knock over someone in the aisle), and wait for one of my co-workers to grab it and squish it. I am unable to finish eating after this.
Exhibit C: 19th October 2008 -- I am working in my cube when there is suddenly a spider hanging from the overhead file bin, two feet from my face. I shriek, shout "Jesus CHRIST!", and fly out of my cube. I find my team lead to squish the spider before I'll re-enter.
At this point, I'm pretty sure it's a conspiracy. So I'm sending out a plea to the spiders: I know you're needed in the world and you do good things. But I'm begging you, please stop dropping out of the sky at me! It's definitely not helping my phobia, and I assure you that it won't help your lifespan.
*Yes, I know spiders aren't insects, but for the purposes of this phobia, they're all the same to me.
I suspect I shouldn't tell you about the time I woke up with a spider in my nostril, should I?
Posted by: Jennifer | October 23, 2008 at 10:39 AM
OMFG. *shudder*
Posted by: stylishboots | October 23, 2008 at 10:51 AM