Arachnophobia or just being a girl?

I don’t know about you guys but I love to self-diagnose via the Internet.

WebMD anyone?

If something goes wrong, whether it’s mentally, physically, emotionally, spiritually, or whether I simply need to know when Johnny Depp’s birthday is, the trusty World Wide Web is there at my service.

After today’s incident with the Spider From Hell, I am on the edge of declaring myself as an arachnophobe.

Hear me out.

Here I was, minding my own business at my desk at work, tra la la, and suddenly from behind my desk against the wall crawls a huge brown spider. This thing had a long body and creepy legs and caused me to choke at first sight. I really started to panic because I didn’t know if I could kill it with a paper towel because it was so big. (Because squishing them gives me the heebie jeebies.)

It crawled up towards the ceiling but then it started rappelling down on its silky strand things. I really started freaking out that it was going to decide to jump either on me or onto my desk, also known as the Forbidden Land, as far as it was concerned.

Practically putting a fist into my mouth to keep from screaming, I went down the hall and I asked a male coworker (who is very busy) if he could help me with a girl problem I was having. I said, “Are you afraid to kill a really big spider?”

Mercifully, he was so nice about it and happily obliged me. He came around the corner and said, “Whoa, that is a big one.” So I’m not being irrational. It was huge. It didn’t belong in an office, hovering over me and watching me with all of its eyes. And legs. And possible fangs.

In trying to smash it with my recycling bin, Big Scary Spider decided to do the equivalent of what would be committing suicide for us humans and simply let go of the wall and dropped back behind my desk. My coworker even went so far as to look for it with a flashlight but it had disappeared.

So far, it hasn’t reared its ugly head again.

Yet.

My weapons are Kleenex and a can of electronic duster spray. I know that from the movie Arachnophobia, they used fans to get the spiders to move where they wanted to, so my thought is, if it decides to pull a Terminator and comes back, I’ll be ready. I also don’t think I could keep myself from screaming for a second time should it rear its ugly head.

After I calmed down and I checked behind and under my desk no less than thirty times to make sure it wasn’t there, I decided to Google “common spiders Illinois.”

Big mistake. Big. Huge! (Sorry, channeling a little Pretty Woman there.)

I can’t even LOOK at the enlarged photos of spiders while trying to read about them. I start to shudder and get goosebumps. And, I forgot to mention this, but if I think about the spider long enough (especially if I were trying to eat), I could easily make myself throw up.

Then I decided to look up arachnophobia and while I’m not having a panic attack, I am still looking for it as I write this.

So what do you think? Am I just overreacting and being a total girl about this? Or do I qualify for my Arachnophobe Card? 

Daniel Stern's reaction is what I would do.

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Comments

  1. LOL! Even if you don’t qualify for a card, you should at least get a site badge 😉 My daughter is the same way. She can’t even look at the fake ones without hyperventilating. LOL

    And no one will blame you if you scream.

  2. I used to be really afraid of them, and while I do NOT want them hanging over my desk, table, or especially my bed, I have acquired a certain steely resolve to just get up and get rid of it, and it doesn’t even bother me to have to squish it (ick), but I’d rather just scoop it up and throw it out.

    However, don’t get me started about the infamous New Orleans “water bug” (read: humongous nasty cockroaches.) Horror stories abound about those nine years I spent in the swamps of the deep south. Now THAT is not a girl thing. N.O. is below sea level: amphibian life is not for homo sapiens, but people ignored the bayous full of gators, the mosquitoes and rats and cockroaches, and just set up shop anyway. No offense, N.O., but it’s not high on my list of places to even visit – unless you’re in a posh hotel in the French Quarter. So, think “Charlotte’s Web” – cute, friendly spiders, and yeah, call the guy down the hall. A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.

    • Hahahahahaha I do admire your steel resolve to live in New Orleans for that long! And I agree, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do – so I called the guy.

  3. My sister is an arachnophobe. She actually has panic attacks when she sees a spider, especially a large one, and has experienced insomnia as a result of reading the random factoid that there sometimes is a miniscule amount of spider parts in some kinds of chocolate. I’m not afraid of spiders, but I don’t want them ON me. (shudder) If the hubs is home, spider removal is his problem. If it’s me and the kids, I use a glass and a sheet of cardstock to remove the beast and put it outside. I can’t squish them. Ew!

    • Now I’m worried about chocolate!! There’s also a statistic that we swallow like three spiders a year in our sleep, which I refuse to believe. Kevin is the spider killer in our house too, though I’m not afraid to spray them with insecticide.

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