Arachnophobia : the fear of spiders and other arachnids such as scorpions. (Scorpions ? No fear here) It may be an exaggerated form of an instinctive response that helped early humans survive (or in this particular case, a young girl).
Most of our readers , as well as certain family members, know that I have a fear of spiders. Even pictures can trigger nausea and give me the heebie jeebies. I’ll tell you my story and see if you agree that I do have a justifiable reason for my arachnophobia.
Yes, I know that this is a stuffed toy spider. You didn’t actually think that I could use ( and see) a photo of a real spider, did you. 🙂
Here’s my story, the reason I believe spiders freak me out. Back in 1960 or so my family decided to re-locate from Greensburg PA to Phoenix Arizona. There were quite a few reasons from what I remember. Maybe someday I’ll share that story.
I remember loving my life in Phoenix. The weather, the beauty, orange trees in our yard, the cute newspaper boy (Eric) who delivered our paper and not even minding having to check my shoes before putting them on. That was the first thing my brother Jim and I were told. Check and make sure there are no spiders or scorpions in your shoes. And no, that’s not the reason, even though that probably alone would develop paranoia in a child.
One beautiful winter Saturday, my parents decided it would be a perfect day to take a trip out to the desert. See what there was to see and not melt from the heat. I remember how neat it was, all that sand, the dunes , a small little oasis for shade, cacti I’ve never seen before and all the cool looking bugs. So I explored away trying to ignore my younger brother. Yes , I know, bad sister. But hey, you probably remember how it was, a younger sibling tagging along , asking question after question while you’re trying to be still and quiet as the desert itself. Finally there was silence (deep sigh), as my bro finally ran out of questions or maybe just got tired of being ignored.
“Aiyeeeeeee!” (my mother screaming) “Ahhhhhhh” ( me yelling in response to my mother’s scream)
In response to all the noise, I disturbed a very HUGE, totally ticked off tarantula spider. Which just happened to be hiding a foot or so from my feet. This extremely upset monster rose up on its back legs and seemed like it was trying to grab me with its front legs. Now I didn’t know a lot about spiders (only to keep as far away as possible), but I just knew this HUGE MONSTER was going to attack me.
Not a stuffed toy spider , and yes I am nauseous.
I took off running, luckily in the direction of my parents. I finally found them hiding behind some cacti. What!?! You’re hiding from the spider!?! You’re going to let your daughter die!?! I was silently yelling out in my panicked brain as my father was yelling for me to come and help him with my mother. I had totally forgotten about my mother’s screaming. Yes, I know, bad daughter.
What, you ask, happened to your mother? Well what usually happens when you drink too many fluids. No rest rooms out here so you find a hidey place behind some cacti. You just have to be very, very careful that you don’t get too close.
A trip to the ER , needles removed and mom was fine. Though it did take her awhile to recover from the embarrassment. I have yet to recover from my “near death” experience with the giant eight-legged monster. So what do you think, legitimate reason or just a “girly” thing ?
Living here in Ecuador has helped me to become more tolerant of spiders. In fact the little ones hardly bother me at all, but you know from reading John’s spider posts, here there be monsters.
Life is still good in Ecuador!