I was in the bath, towelling my hair prior to getting out, when a thing dropped from the towel into the water.
I leapt out — Aaaagh! — and flung away the towel. I know spiders don’t come in packs, but who thinks rationally when sharing a bath with an eight-legged monster from hell?
My shriek brought my knight-in-shining-armor to my rescue. He pushed past, carefully scooped up the spider, and carried it off.
Hey, what about my towel?
When I emerged, I found him drying the recovering arachnid with a hair-dryer. He said, “It’ll be OK,” like that was what I wanted to hear.
I thought dark thoughts but said nothing.
It’s a gender thing.
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Originally published in The Daily Cuppa.
I think I’m unusual in never having been afraid of spiders as a girl. My mum was but my dad was determined his daughters wouldn’t be arachnophobes and told us that were good as they catch the flies. I’ll pick them up in my hand and take them outside no problem. But yes, generally it’s a gender thing 😏
ReplyDeleteI think that's the best way to deal with it. It's what I did with my children - it was 'interesting' at times, having to be convincing in the pretence that I had no fear of the things - and they are all fine with spiders. Thank you for the comment.
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