Arachnophobia, oh they won't harm you love, it's just a spider!
But it's not just a spider is it? My life is on the line.
Creepy crawlers with a dozen eyes constantly followed me wherever I would go... I loathed them.
Dreaming, ha! Forget dreaming, sleeping is near impossible when I know that a spider is on the loose.
Enraged I usually am, because no one understands! They called me over dramatic, delusional and theatrical!
Frightened and fear causing my spine to tingle, it's like they know I'm scared of them! They frighten me on purpose.
Goodbye spiders! I screamed as I twirled the bug spray around my room.
Hello, spider-less room, I have longed for you for so very long.
Irregular heartbeat, the feel of furry legs scuffling over my skin, bolted up out my sheets and took off!
Jumped, dodged, and dived! Ran, bounded, hid! Quickly, quickly, they aren't far... but then again they never are.
Knowing them they've already multiplied, tripled, quadrupled.
Leg it! Leg it! Leg it! I ran for the door but alas, a stick thin creeper perched on a string waited for me.
Mum stared at me, bewildered, darling you are ever so dramatic! No mother, I am not dramatic, I am on the precipice of my demise!
Never escaping their entanglement, imagine a life wrapped in their web.
Obsessed with them I know I am... Yet I will never be content with them around!
Perhaps one day when I am old and grey, I would look back fondly and smile at my zest to destroy these creatures, however today is not that day.
Quietly, ever so quietly, they tip toe around me.
Run little girl run! They howled and off I popped, scrambled over my floor, scrambled over my settee, scrambled and hid in plain sight.
Scared as a new born kitten that has just faced a German Shepard; I've always been terrified of them.
Tut,tut,tut, Mum sighed in a pitied manor for the seventh thousand time in my life.
Under my bed is my last hiding resort, squished in between the boxes and folders, cradled between the wall and my... wait what was it that crawling on my leg?
Vatican Cameos! I flopped to the floor like a dead fish! Any sign of the enemy so far?
Where are those crafty buggers, always lurked around the corner or tucked away in a small crack in the wall, blooming crafty buggers.
X-ray them, probe them, just please take them away!
Yesterday I spotted a money spider on my shoulder, I panicked of course and Mum said that the money spider was meant to be good luck... No, Mother, no.
Zoos are nice, zoos have lovely animals like tigers and elephants, not demon eyed spiders, and therefore I love them.
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