crazycatperson wrote:I'm amused by the snake-fearing people who expect to be able to stroll through life without ever encountering one in the wild.I'm afraid of spiders. THEY LIVE IN MY FREAKING HOUSE. And on my deck railings, and in my bushes, and occasionally on or in my car. So snake-haters, count your blessings.
Do you have a spider-hunter to keep you safe?
I am the great spider-hunter in my house. They terrify Kim, too; just the other day I got home from work and she was sitting on the patio. Waiting for me. Couldn't get in the house because of the spider relaxing by the door. I saved her AGAIN, poor girl. I can tell by the tone in her voice if it has her by the ankle or is just tippy-toeing near her!
Now snakes. . . I grew up with snakes in the orchards and around the farm. I have a healthy respect for them, for sure, but the give me the willies.
If hubby is home (and awake), he dispatches spiders for me. But if I'm home alone or he's asleep, I do it myself. If they're not too huge I just squish them. If they're large they get sprayed first and then squished. I'm not waiting for hubby - the spider might crawl off and live to freak me out another day.
Edited to add: BTW, hubby is afraid of snakes. Fortunately one has never found its way into our house, but if one did I guess it would be my job to evict it.