Of Spiders and Bravery

[catsbycat]

You know what I hate? When people don’t get it when you tell them you don’t like big fucking spiders. When you tell them that you are in fact, scared of them - whether or not this fear is rational is immaterial. It’s there and for you it’s real. But they chuckle, they joke, they think you’re just a squealing girl. They don’t realise that when faced with such a creature (as I was late last night) that there are tears, and shaking and trembling and a pounding heart. That you get trapped in your room for an hour trying to figure out how you can get it out the house because there is no way you can sleep knowing that it’s still inside. That once you do get rid of the damn thing that it takes another half an hour to calm down enough to sleep and that you feel the need to sleep with the bathroom light on so your bedroom is not pitch dark should you wake up during the night. That part of you doesn’t want to sleep in case you have nightmares about spiders. That all of this and only five hours sleep leaves you feeling unsettled the next morning. And they laugh when you tell them about it. Yep, I hate that.

On the other hand, considering I did manage to catch it and take it outside, and it was the biggest spider I’ve ever seen in my life, I’m quite proud of myself. I just wish my sister would hurry up and get back from her holiday so she can take back spider catching duties!

Fuckin’ things.

If you're brave enough, this is what I was up against last night. Alas, we get them quite frequently in our house, but this one was a particular monster.

Giant Wandering Spider. Or Rain Spider. Or Palystes. Or just a big effing spider.