People are afraid of all kinds of things: spiders, the dark, or being enclosed in small spaces. Tell us about your greatest fear — rational or irrational.Photographers, artists, poets: show us COURAGE.
Spiders are the worst. They’re ugly and evil and I kill them hard. I’ve broken my Swiffer whacking a spider. If I can’t get it with my Swiffer, I evacuate.
I was trapped by a horrible, huge, probably venomous spider at work one day, in the Ladies room. Hairspray didn’t kill it; not fast enough anyway. I screwed my courage up and wacked it with a shoe, hard as I could. Way harder than necessary. I’m surprised I didn’t sprain my arm.
Apparently, I obliterated it. Vaporized it. Couldn’t find it’s carcass anywhere. I checked the shoe; it wasn’t stuck there. I started checking my sleeves, my pant legs, my hair. Where the hell did it go? I did the Involuntary Spider Dance, slapping myself silly. It took hours to get over the trauma. It took days to go into the Ladies room without checking for spiders.
Days later I saw it again, or maybe it’s brother. That time there was a janitor in the building, so I asked him to take care of the spider. Did he kill it hard? No. He gently carried it outside!
Stupid, stupid janitor!
Check out this nightmare; fields of spider webs so thick, it looks like snow. Hideous snow, full of spiders.