My phobia did not begin til i was 8. Before that i would kill them for my mom. Not little ones, big BC spiders the size of tarantulas! You could HEAR these suckers coming.
The day my phobia began started like any other. I woke up, yawned, stretched......and something dropped into my mouth! I panicked and sat up, spitting the something out. It bit me before it left my mouth. It was a HUGE brown hairy spider!!!! It got up from the floor where it struck the wall and slid down, and tried to disappear behind my dresser. I beat that thing to a pulp.
A few days later, I started to feel really sick and my face swelled up on my right side, where I had been bitten. Fearing my stepfathers reaction, I hid being sick until i ended up with blood poisoning from the infected spider bite.
I am now so freaked out by spiders that I almost go catatonic when I see one.
Lucky for me, my new cat likes to EAT them. I just wish he would stop doing it in front of ME!
Ok, my story has been told, and NOW I have the heebee geebees, sheesh!!