You saw Arachnophobia?! Eight Legged Freaks??!!
What doesn't kill me, makes me stronger. (When I'm not screaming like a girl.)
Plus, y'know, Jeff Daniels. ('Nuff said.
) "Arachnophobia" got to me much worse, because the situation in the story was more realistic. And it was made back in the days of yore when they had a "spider wrangler" who used a zillion real spiders on the set, rather than that wussy CGI.
When I was a kid, I summoned my dad to my bedroom to kill a spider for me because I wouldn't go to bed until it was gone. He killed it with his fist and I couldNOT! believe he actually
touched it!
Anyway, I'm better than I used to be. At least I can kill them myself now -- from a distance.
We don't kill bugs and creepy-crawlies; we take them outside. So I long ago learned to trap a spider in a plastic cup with an index card, and then carry it--as the spider scuttles around and around and around, trying to escape--out of the house. Naturally, I perform this task quite noisily.
Hubby can tell what kind of spider it is by how loudly I'm EEEK!ing. "So you found a black widow this time? How big?"
But we also have a year-round Halloween decoration hanging off one of the bookcases: an enormous fake black spider with red eyes and fangs, and a legspan of about 4 feet. Go figure.
Neither of you could work around me. Though I am an arachnophobic I am also a tormenter. I have a couple of fake fuzzy black spiders that make the rounds here at work. Computer keyboards, the the arms of sweaters, etc. I think my best was tapeing it to the edge of the light switch in the women's restroom. When reaching into the dark room to turn on the light switch your fingers brushed across the ends of the fuzzy legs.
Good gravy, you'd have to pry me off the ceiling if that restroom lightswitch thing happened to me.
From now on, I shall think of you as
SFEeeeeeeeeeevilRabid.
It's a great preview showing Connor front and center as the captain is long overdue.
