What do I do with spiders... I do running, screaming, crying, shaking, sweating and pretty much hysteria!! Can't deal with them at all- I swear it will be how I die- death by giant spider!
There was an iddy one on my banister when OH was out on his stag do. I did the whole cup and paper thing- took me ages to build up the courage to put the cup over it and then even longer to get the paper underneath- all the while I'm standing as far away as I can (bearing in mind I do not have superhuman length arms!) and repeating over and over to myself- 'it's alright, your doing really well, your doing really well!' I made massive scractehs and gouges in the banister from pushing the cup on so hard!
Then... omg such trauma... when I went to tip it out, I took the envelope off the bottom of the cup and the bloody thing had only attatched itself to the envelope! To which I promptly screamed and dropped the envelope and then had to send the dog to go and pick it up for me as I was too scared.
Oh dear I feel a waffle coming on but soooo many funny stories... I had friends over once and a giant spider came in through the patio doors. I screamed and abandoned my friends to fend for themselves. They were going to get the dog to get the spider to which I replied 'noooooo, don't let Cairo get it, he's just a baby!'
I have nighmares about spiders too and I end up screaming at the top of my lungs and charging across the bed (and across OH) to get away from them! The first time it happened OH was so sweet he gave me a cuddle and checked if I was OK etc. From that time on now all I get is 'Emily, will you lie down and go to sleep! Its three o'clock in the morning and there are no spiders running across the bed!' (generally there are a few more expletives in amongst there too but didn't feel it was all that appropriate!)
Ok, so now my essay on Emily and Spiders is complete! Oh my god do I waffle, sorry!
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