posted Sunday, January 23, 2005 - 10:52 PM (#24439)
So we're having a bit of a spider invasion of the house at the moment, not helped by the fact I cut the screen out of my window last week. (Erm ... long story). And I can't seem to find out what species they are. They bear a resemblance to the black house spider, but with the general body shape and leg distribution of a white-tail, and, for some reason, red-tipped legs. Given that none of the families I've narrowed it down to are harmless, and some are downright necrotic, I've been going on a bit of a killing spree.
I'm explaining this to demonstrate that I don't normally murder harmless arachnids, just the ones who might make my legs drop off.
So I was in my room, stalking a particularly large specimen with a shoe in one hand and surface spray in the other, when a large and bewildered-looking moth struggled in through the open window (cf screen removal).
Naturally, upon seeing this, I screamed like a banshee, sprinted across the hall, slammed the door and tried to remember how to breathe.
So ... I guess, post your really stupid phobias here. I don't mean things like sharks. Eeryone's afraid of sharks, that's perfectly rational. I'm talking full-on fear of something completely incapable of harming you, even if it desperately wanted to. Short of flying down your oesophagus, I suppose.
I'm explaining this to demonstrate that I don't normally murder harmless arachnids, just the ones who might make my legs drop off.
So I was in my room, stalking a particularly large specimen with a shoe in one hand and surface spray in the other, when a large and bewildered-looking moth struggled in through the open window (cf screen removal).
Naturally, upon seeing this, I screamed like a banshee, sprinted across the hall, slammed the door and tried to remember how to breathe.
So ... I guess, post your really stupid phobias here. I don't mean things like sharks. Eeryone's afraid of sharks, that's perfectly rational. I'm talking full-on fear of something completely incapable of harming you, even if it desperately wanted to. Short of flying down your oesophagus, I suppose.


