extreme or irrational fear of spiders.
And underneath this definition in the dictionary would be a picture of me curled up in the fetal position and sucking my thumb after seeing a spider.
Oh Mylanta!!! Do I have a fear of spiders!!! And snakes, and alligators, and Lady Elaine Fairchild on Mister Roger's Neighborhood (those red cheeks, that pointy nose, those beady eyes).
There are quite a few spiders that like to set up camp on our pool deck. It totally creeps me out.
There are times when I can not even let poor Tink out for her morning constitutional because there is some large spider web blockade by the screen door. And there ain't no way that I am going to mess with it.
Tink, just cross your legs okay. Or go pee on the rug in the back hallway like you always do anyway, even after I have let you out a million times to do your business. Really Tink?
Anyhow, I hate spiders. Always have, always will. I know that they serve a very important purpose on this Earth and that they are God's creatures, but gross! Just gross!
And then, just when I am at the pinnacle of my phobic rant, my oldest daughter points out to me something very unusual about the spider on the back deck.
It has a happy face on it's back. I think that it is smiling at me.
Maybe not all spiders are created equal.
Maybe this particular spider is special.
Maybe I can learn to love this spider.
Have a happy day,
Phobic in Florida