As blown as my ego is (it's pretty much deflated right now), I'm pretty down at how a spider, the body the size of half a dime, and the whole leg length of a small softball could scare me. Just having it sit there staring at me on my room door was just... Too much.
At first the demon with freaky legs crawled across the floor. The movement caught my eye from my laptop and I freaked out, understandably. One something catches someone by surprise it usually startles them.
However, its freaky movements were creeping me out. It started to climb all over my backpack and tuck itself under the shoulder strap, hugging the backpack. MOCKING ME.
I got dad, much to his chagrin (Dads and their whole being macho saying, "Just kill it"), and he took it, supposedly crushed it between a toilet paper tube and some toilet paper. Then he threw it in the trash. He went to bed. I went back in my room, and five minutes later I felt a draw to look at my door. AND THERE HE WAS. Same little 8 freakishly legged demon on my door. MOCKING ME. "Neener neener! You can't get me!"
First I felt surprise, then anger (obviously), then all that vanished and then I... Well, froze. In the end, no matter how much I repeated my long held phrase that I held dear, "Only thing to fear is fear itself" over and over again, it wouldn't work. After banging on the wall (Dad's room is close to mine) and after starting to break down in tears (yes, TEARS, which never happened when in fear in about... Over a decade. Shocking. I have cried in pain yes, but in fear, no. Let alone scream in hysterics, which I also did) Dad finally came in and wondered what all the noise was about. I pointed to the fiend and just said, "It's right there.."
I couldn't move, couldn't say anything, just continued to shake and cry. Right embarrassing. After he got it and flushed it, he checked the trash can and concluded the thing must have fallen out of the tube. And I thought, if he fell out of the tube...
He was in my room the whole time. He could have crawled onto my foot, on my leg, etc.
Dad was astounded because I have never reacted in such a way before to an insect. I have never seen a daddy long leg that big before. And the fact it wasn't really dead... Well. Also when I was in my child years (5-10 or 11, take your pick) I would pick up the critters and play around with them without a care in the world.
I can handle snakes (I love snakes, beautiful things, their scales..) I've owned mice, lizards, turtles, dogs, cats. I've had a frog. (who died under the carpet after his grand escape. Stupid frog.) So the only thing I have in common with other stereotype woman who is afraid of seemingly everything, is spiders.
Yup. Might as well embrace it. If someone tried to entertain the thought of pranking me by putting a spider on me, I'd tell them I could be very... VENGEFUL.
So, that's my embarrassing story. Like it or not. Wonderful. Now to have enough strength to move downstairs to get some calming tea... Moral of the story, keep a nice pretty fly swatter in my room... Heheheheheh....