Arachnophobia

arach·no·pho·bia
Pronunciation: a-"rak-na-'fO-bE-a
Function: noun
: pathological fear or loathing of spiders

So, I love our place. I love the space. I love the area. It's wonderful...but...the spiders! Oh, kill me - kill me now! They are EVERYWHERE! I hate them so bad. I was going to take a picture to show that they really do exist at my place, and couldn't bring myself to do that. And so I was trying to find a picture from the internet, and that was near impossible. So I google searched cartoon spiders, and realized I can handle that. Anyway - I hate spiders, and I have them all over my house. Outside, Inside, you name it, they are there. And they are big, BIG ones!

Just to prove the fact of how bad it is: My mother-in-law stayed with us for a weekend. After I told her goodnight, I heard a knock on my door not long after. She was asking me if we had any bug spray. John took it with him to drill that weekend, so I took Windex (because I learned from the movie, My Big Fat Greek Wedding, that it cures anything. And we know TV never lies) and went down to see what she was talking about. Sure enough, 3 HUGE SPIDERS hanging out in the tub. And they were the ones that crawled fast too. Then I remembered how when my sis-in-law stayed with us, and she said she found 7 HUGE SPIDERS in the tub! So my mom-in-law suggested that we shut the drain. We did so, and I think that helped. When I get brave (which was only once), I'll go down and check and there were no spiders in the tub. I asked John a couple of times to look for me - and he said he only found one lonely spider once. I try to block these experiences from my memory, so I did so. Until I woke up one morning with one crawling on my arm! (I literally am getting chills right now writing this post).

I talked to my brother, Wade, because he once was a super hero and called himself the "Orkin Man". (no, seriously, he sprayed bugs one summer in Tennessee) And he told me to spray the outside of my house, along with the inside. Well - I'm pregnant, so I don't much like the thought of inhaling that spray. So, he told me the sticky spider traps work really well too. Well, I don't like the thought of having to find them when it's time to replace them. And then he reminded me that I am married to someone that is in the Army National Guard, and can help get rid of them for me. So - therefore, I love my dear, army-strong, man of a husband. And my brother for all his advise.

That is all. There is no point to this blog entry, other than the fact that I am now realizing how bad I hate spiders and that I think I can safely say that I loath them. All of them. Thank you for listening.