Mazra wrote:
In case it hasn't been answered:
How come you don't like spiders, Kao? Any particular childhood trauma involved?
I guess that's two questions, but they sort of go together.
When I was 12, out at my Grandparent's farm, there was an old 57 chevy in pieces. Me, being an inquisitive youth prone to assembling things, was trying to see if enough parts were there to make a real car out of it someday. As I flipped over a wheel laying on the ground, I discovered a very large and very pissed off black widow heading straight for my fingers. It struck at me, I was quicker. That was the first time.
The second time, I was at home. I was asleep when i felt something walk over my stomache. Half asleep still, I look down and see a brown spider walking across my bare skin. I sit bolt upright and stupidly sweep the spider off with my bare hand, braining myself on the oak bunk bed above in the process. spider hits the bed, Starts running back towards me. I grab one of the shoes, kill it, and then later identify it as a brown recluse. That was the second time.
After that, I bug bombed and spider trapped and did my best to eradicate them as a species. I discovered that my childhood home was filled with many more deadly spiders than I would ever have given credit to. We had a thriving colony of recluses, and anyone who says they are not present in washington is absolutly full of ****.
So yeah. the little bastards are out to get me. So I fear them.