9 thoughts on “reason no. 3,784 why i’m single.”

1. I will let you in on a little secret – clowns – not cool – I can tolerate them – even had my picture made next to one a few weeks back please note that I had several glasses of mulled wine but in general clowns as a rule should not be anywhere freaking close enough to me. I get all squishy inside – no screaming though.

   In general my rule of thumb with fear is ignore it – whether it is standing in front of people or a spider on the shower curtain. Fear is our body’s reaction to get away from something that might do us harm. You are the savior in a group because you have time to realize that this is silly and you can squash the spider – when alone you don’t have the time to thing through the process. Next time you will look at the damn spider and swat it with your magazine.

2. Replace spiders with snakes, and you’ve got my girlfriend. She’ll even change the channel if a snake shows up in advertisements or on a TV show. Stuffed ones at toy stores make her nervous. Other than snakes, she’s cool as a cucumber (most of the time) when it comes to intense situations.

3. just stumbled across this post and 1) found it amusing and 2) I can completely relate.

   hubby and I stayed in a motel straight out of psycho, once. I went in to check the bathroom for axe murderers, and sure enough, pull back the shower curtain to find one. A spider, I know for sure to have escaped from the zoo and hyped up on steroids.
   seriously, this was a drinking, smoking, truck-stop spider with a mullet and tattoo that picks up women.

   However, this explained the various blood stains on the bedroom carpet and the empty beer bottles under the bed. The bastard was clearly up to no good and had to be …”taken care of.”

4. You just made me shudder and give my shower curtain a thorough once (twice) over when I used the facilities…UGH UGH UGH.

   Mice I can totally handle (have to it’s part of my job), but I’m TOTALLY with you on spiders!

   I had a spider where I used to live that was as big as a side plate – I had to “take care of it” myself – I put my runners on and tucked my pants into my socks then threw a big shoe down on it then jumped on the shoe repeatedly – I still shudder thinking about it.

   One thing I can recommend to you – don’t go to Australia if you don’t like spiders…they have gigantic ones AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

5. Oh, and you are TOTALLY allowed “tool moments”..TOTALLY! And crying is a natural reaction to stress, and this qualifies!

6. Meg – me and flies. Now you try and get away from a fly. I get all squeamish when I have to swat one.

   My eldest daughter has a thing about spiders. Oh, and bananas. Don’t know where either of them came from. We just take it as par for the course.

7. Meg, Meg. A big hug for you :)

   When I lived in my old house, we used to have big spider problems. You wake up at 4 am and stumble to the kitchen to make yourself some coffee and get ready for work. You can hardly open you eyes and suddenly they are wide open cause you just saw a huge spider. The size of a kitten! On your wall. Next to the shelf that keeps the coffee! Get a newspaper and whack the crap outta him.

   My mom used to say that you normally only saw such big spiders in the Discovery Channel and it was like the spiders crawled outta the Discovery Channel to our house.

8. For me it’s moths.

   One time, there was a moth in the laundry room, and I was afraid it was going to crawl in under my door, so I had to get rid of it before I went to bed. My landlord walked in on me, whimpering, holding a bottle of Febreeze in one hand (to kill the moth, natch) and an open umbrella held like a shield in the other (to keep the moth from flying at me when I blinded it with Febreeze).

   I felt ridiculous. But I was still happy she came and saw me, because she got rid of the moth.

9. MOTHRA.