I have a deep fear of spiders. I blame it on one fateful night, when, sitting in my grandparents living room watching TV, I stumbled upon a movie aptly titled "Arachnophobia." It was terrifying. Nests of spiders. Spiders in noses and mouths. Spiders coming out of shower heads. Monster mama spiders that hissed and jumped. I was 6 or so when I saw that. My freshman year of high school, I saw the same movie on a friend's shelf and thought that I should re-watch it, mainly to show how lame the movie truly was and that I had no reason to fear the 8-legged creatures.
Wrong.
Didn't make it past the first scary scene. If anything I was more scared. And all this comes up because this morning, while sitting at my desk at home, I saw a massive spider crouched in the flowerpot by my computer. Not an ordinary household spider, but nothing less than this.
Jump to 1:00 and watch from there. Needless to say I leapt from my seat and exited the room. I knew I had to kill it but then, surprisingly, I started thinking about how happy the spider must be in his home. And that he probably kills all of the fruit flies that are always in the apartment. (Although a spider that size was probably waiting to trap and eat me). So, after the frantic urgings of my wife over text, I steeled my nerve, grabbed a paper towel and chased the brute down, much like Frodo against Shelob. And here I sit, 6 hours later, still feeling like there are things crawling all over me.
A postscript: Sorry for the prolonged absence. Although it wasn't all bad. My silence has somehow doubled my readership. Go figure. Maybe people are more in favor of me not writing. Time will tell
