I FREAKING HATE SPIDERS. I HATE THEM.
I HAVE NO LOVE FOR SPIDERS. THOSE CREEPY-CRAWLY, SQUIGGLY-LEGGED LITTLE DEMONS. JUST THE SIGHT OF THEM SENDS ME INTO A SWEAT-INDUCING, SHIVERING, STOMACH-SICK PANIC.
I was locking up the kitchen window last night, spacing out, and once I had slammed it down I looked up to see this disgusting sight (thank goodness on the outside of my kitchen window):
(Sorry for the bright, bleary quality...I took this quick with my cell while I was silently freaking out.) Taking this picture was almost like therapy. I had to creep closer to the window, arm outstretched, to get the shot, all the while wanting to turn and run. The fact that this little buggar, legs and body, was easily the size of a quarter (slightly bigger) made me want to gag in fear. To see that much detail on it's bulbous little body? Puke.
GOD!! WHY are there disgusting, gross, revolting creatures such as this in the world??? I tell Daryl all the time we live in a freakin' spider house. Without fail, I see a spider (or two or three) EVERY SINGLE WEEK. *Shudder* I'm at my wits end! This montster above thank goodness is not the type I usually see...but the little ones are just as bad. The little, black, speedy spiders are my worst enemy. The spiders I'm least afraid of are Daddy Long Legs. Is it the name? Is it the fact that they're so big and thin, and most of the time they are just chillin' in a corner not moving (go see the one living in my bathroom. It's been in the same corner for EIGHT days in a row now. I don't have the heart to kill it. At least until I see it start moving, then it's history.)
Around my front door, outside, there are SERIOUS webs everywhere and my other most unfavorite spiders...the tannish, medium sized, long-legged freaks. They come out at night (the freaks come out at night) and when I went to see my mom out the other night, there were like FOUR OR FIVE of them on the inside of my screen door. OH. THE. HORROR. I apologized to my mom but made her walk herself out, and shut the door behind her. Sorry, Mom!
I've begged Daryl to let me call an exterminator to spray and he even agreed once before but something is holding me back. Could it be becuz I know that these dastardly spiders are keeping all the other disgusting bugs at bay? The beetles that sneak in with the mail, the moths who swoop in towards the light, the mosquitos that suck our blood...do I want all those back?
*SIGH* The answer is 'no'. I have to co-exist with the spiders, I realize that. Even though I want to run and hide, shrieking like a little girl, every time I spot one.