My mother must have been startled by a spider when she was carrying me, because I have a real phobia about the eight-legged insect.
If I feel something crawling on me I automatically assume it is a spider and do everything in my power to get it off.
I have two real horrors that scare me, any spider and looking through a window at night and seeing someone looking back at me.
As far back as I can remember I’ve been afraid of spiders (the window thing is more recent).
Sometime ago, when I was 4 or 5, I found a spider on my bed. Since that day I am especially cautious of checking my bed covers before climbing in the bed. To my knowledge I have never found another spider in the bed, but I still look.
In the South there are several venomous spiders and when I see them I get the “heebie-jeebies.”
I don’t even like to look at pictures of them, and I especially don’t like to run into their webs.
To me, however, all spiders are venomous, and although I know that is not a true statement, it is hard to convince myself otherwise.
Recently I had the terrible experience of feeling something crawling across the nap of my neck while I was working outside.
It is very difficult to run away from something that is attached to you.
Of course at first I thought it was a spider and, after a small panic attack, I gathered my wits enough to determine it was only a palmetto bug, or large American cockroach not to be confused with the ones in Washington D.C.
I knocked it off onto the ground and tried to kill it.
To my dismay I have either gotten a lot slower or those things are much faster than they used to be.
I was almost out of breath before I finally caught up with the speedy little bugger.
In the process I grabbed a shovel and unmercifully beat the ground around the six legged varmit missing him with every swing.
As well as swinging the shovel at it, I was also stomping the ground trying to step on the thing.
If someone had rode by about that time they would have surely thought I had gone crazy in my own backyard.
Somehow, I managed to kill the little pest for impeding on my space (the back of my neck) and I am glad that he did not weigh a pound.
I am also glad that it was a Palmetto bug and not a Wolf spider or a Brown Recluse spider or another of the venomous spiders we have around here.
So, as Halloween approaches, you might expect a good scary spider story, because it scares the heck out of me just thinking about it.