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Crouching Spider, Hidden Web

An arachnophobic...one who believes that hisinto the bathroom she found me wrapped in a
her world would do very nicely sans spiders.towel, tears streaming from my face,
That's me.I admit I have no officialblubbering and shaking and doing the willie
diagnosis. It's not as though I went to thedance."WHAT HAPPENED? WHAT?!" she yelled.My
doctor one day with strange spider-fearinganswer? A point to the shower stall, water
symptoms and she said, "I'm sorry, Amy, butstill running. "A SPIIIIIIIIDER!" I
you have arachnophobia." And yet there is nowailed.When I moved out two years later to
doubt in my mind that I fear spiders.Phobiasattend college 90 miles away, I can't say she
are like that. I understand, intellectually,cried a whole lot.I always wanted to assuage
that in the vast untamed wilds of Albany, Newmy phobia, really I did. I'd heard somewhere
York, I will likely never encounter anythat immersion is useful. You know, if you're
spider that could actually harm me. Butafraid of the water, jump right in - that
phobia-fear is not about logic or rationale.kind of thing. But the idea of deliberately
It's about freaking out.I know, Iplacing a spider on my person was out of the
know...spiders are wonderful critters thatquestion. I worked for a pet store during
eat yucky flies; spin lovely, mysterious webssummer break in college and thought perhaps
and save poor, doomed piglets named WilburI'd TOUCH their resident tarantula. Nope. No
from untimely demises. But put one on my armgo. And yet I'd literally wear a baby ball
and I'll morph instantaneously into apython snake around my neck all day as though
whirling dervish and blow out your eardrumsit were a necklace. No problemo. Gathering
with bizarre, multi-pitched half-screamscrickets from their tank to feed customers'
reserved for just such an emergency. Then,reptiles wasn't easy (they're pretty
after the spider has been flung from my arm,creepy-crawly too), but that's another
we're talking 30 minutes of recovery timestory.I even had a car that seemed to present
that involves checking the rest of my bodyitself happily as a haven for wanton spiders.
thoroughly for any other possible hiddenConstantly I'd find them setting up residence
spider, shaking myself like a dog to dislodgeon the inside of the windshield. I had two or
said hidden spider, and scanning thethree near-death experiences while driving,
immediate area in an intense paranoia thattrapped in the car with the object of my
slowly wanes along with my elevated heartgreatest fear. I seriously considered
rate and blood pressure.I spent much of myabandoning the car altogether one day when a
childhood and adolescence in the tirelessspider crawled out of sight behind the
pursuit and destruction of spiders. I have nodashboard. With all the sense of humor I
traumatic spider-centric event on which tocould muster, I named this car Charlotte.
blame my phobia; it was simply alwaysLast year, I gave Charlotte away for a song
present. The very idea of the spider...soand moved on to a (knock on wood) spider free
many different shapes, sizes, behaviors!vehicle I quickly named Samantha.I did manage
Teeny brownish ones that crouch suspiciouslyto get to the point where I could gather up
in corners. Delicate gray ones that crawlhalf a roll or so of carefully wadded toilet
with illicit purpose up walls. And worst ofpaper, reaching my arm out as far as possible
all - squat, black ones that jump withoutto mush the spider into the tissue and drop
warning!I didn't mind them so much if theyit lightning-fast into the toilet, flushing
were outside and not too close - but a spiderit to a watery grave. This technique got me
in the house was entirely unacceptable. Therethrough most of college without serious
was no stay of execution for these haplessincident, though I still yearned for a
arachnids.Ah, but the means of execution waspartner in crime whom I could pay a buck or
a problem worthy of the great thinkers of ourtwo to 'rub off' the offending spider.Then
time. Once I spotted a spider, I of coursecame my after-college roommate and best
could not APPROACH it (unless, by somefriend, Gina.Gina, Buddhist, friend of all
blessed miracle, I found one on the floor andcreatures...including spiders. This, of
had great big boots on, in which case I wouldcourse, presented a problem. I would scream
stomp on it heartily). Close proximity wasspider and she would come running, but she
dangerous and foolhardy.Through necessity Iwould not kill."I'll catch it and put it
became a brilliant strategist. Usually theoutside," she offered.Okay, fine. But often
spider would be planning its evil in an upperthe quick little bugger would jump off the
corner of the room - too high up to reach,paper trap she'd fashioned and escape. And
even if I wanted to. Knock it down with athough I would retreat to a far room during
broom? No, that presented the possibility ofthis operation, she'd come in sheepishly and
its escape - or worse, falling on me. I wouldadmit that the eviction was unsuccessful.
ball myself up on the end of the bed, staringThus the liar clause was born."If you lose
it down, thinking...planning.Finally athe spider, you have to tell me you got it
breakthrough. HAIRSPRAY! Being an adolescentoutside," I said demandingly, "and you have
of the 80s, I of course had plenty. And myto sound convincing."To this day I have no
technique seemed foolproof. Spray the spideridea how many of those spiders were actually
from a safe distance and quickly retreat evenevacuated from our apartment. I only know
farther away. The hairspray would paralyzethat my blessed mind was kind enough to
the spider, making it fall and giving nobelieve the lies that I myself had created.My
chance of escape. And oh, it worked, allsweet cat Sugar is nestled in my lap as I
right. With great streaming streaks oftype this. Are there those who fear cats as I
hairspray marking the walls and ceiling. Oncefear spiders? Is someone typing an article
I used a lighter with the hairspray andentitled "Crouching cats, hidden litter box"
actually torched a spider intoas they stroke their pet spider? I shudder to
oblivion.Needless to say, my immaculatethink of it.Now I am married and living in
mother was NOT a happy woman.Speaking of myour first house. My husband, just my luck, is
mother: Why didn't I simply yell for mom oranother spider-lover. (Why all these
dad to come and do the dirty deed? I tried,defenders of spiders?) So far I've killed
but to no avail. My mother had no patiencejust two spiders here - not bad considering
for my phobia."Spiders aren't hurtingthe house is 50 years old and comes complete
anyone," she'd say with logic and certainty.with a basement, the traditional habitat for
"Just leave them alone and they'll leave youspiders of all shapes and sizes.But I still
alone."Yes, alone. No big brother or sisterhave my moments. While setting up the
(or little one either, for that matter) tofinished portion of our basement for a
help. A father who may have helped but was insurprise party, I saw the shadow of a spider
his own apartment since the divorce. A battlein the corner. It was HUGE...but then, maybe
fought solo.One day when I was 16, my worstthe light was just making it LOOK huge. Gosh,
fears came to fruition. I was in the showerwhere WAS it? I turned different lights off
with my head tipped back into the water toand on to try to determine which one caused
wash my hair. I opened my eyes for a momentthe shadow. I cautiously peered around
and what I saw nearly made me lose thecorners and behind fixtures, but to no avail.
contents of my bladder. There was a spiderThe shadow didn't move at all and would not
traveling slowly but directly down on itsgo away. Finally, I took down a container of
little invisible Batman-wire RIGHT ABOVE MYplastic cups from the shelf - and lo and
HEAD.My mother took the stairs three at abehold, the shadow disappeared. I put the
time when she heard the screams. Amy hascups back on the counter. The shadow came
fallen, she's broken bones, bleeding on theback.
floor, stabbed by an intruder!When she flew



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