I am afraid of spiders. Let me rephrase that.. I am afraid of spiders inside of things.
The actual spider, I don't mind (unless it's an evil black widow). If I see a spider walking across the ceiling, I don't have to run and smash it, I can ignore it. I have big cathedral ceilings and I even have one teeny weeny pet spider with a web in one corner that I can't get to--I'll have to get a ladder next weekend. (geez...I'm digging myself in deep here. First I say I have 'overflowing' baskets of books lying around and now I just admitted to a spider web in a ceiling corner, that I haven't taken care of. Sigh.)
I love to work in the garden and I don't mind spiders in the dirt, when they scurry away when I'm pulling weeds and messing up their home. And I love a giant web in the garden with dew drops and the morning sun shining on it and a lazy old garden spider sunning himself.
But.... I am always afraid of a spider getting 'into' my things. Like my gardening gloves. I leave them in a drawer in a chest in the garage all winter, but each spring I have to buy a new pair, because I know...I KNOW that an evil black widow has crawled into the tip of the finger and is waiting to bite me.
I have garden shoes, that I leave on the patio.... I can barely stand to put them on the next morning (and often times I can only do this for a month and then will never put the shoes on again) because I KNOW an evil black widow has crawled into the tip of my shoe to bite me. Getting the lawn/patio chairs out of the shed for spring, the chairs must be inspected from top to bottom, not just a good brushing off as the Handyman is want to do, because I KNOW that an evil black widow is hiding under the seat cushion to bite me.
So, this morning, when I was woken at 4:55 am to a vicious wind howling thru the trees and pelting rain at my bedroom window, I knew I would not be walking. Instead, I went downstairs and made coffee and grabbed my book and a quilt from a basket (OMG---baskets of over flowing books AND blankets!) I knew that an evil spider would probably run across my skin, because it has been awhile since I grabbed a blanket from that basket. And it gave me the creeps for awhile.
Do you have an irrational (not that this fear of spiders getting into my things is irrational, because I KNOW they will at some point) fear of anything?
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