It’s easy to write about my greatest fear. Everyone knows what it is. I’ve written about it in great detail on my blog before. It’s much harder though to write in a different style as per the writing 101 challenge suggests today. I’ll give it a go.
Spiders, their creepy crawliness, and legginess, and scuttering. Their black, still, gaze as they spread their legs, clinging, against the laws of physics, to the ceiling. I can’t deal with them like a normal person does, I go too clammy and heartbeaty. I couldn’t squish one. Apart from being too frozen with fear, I can’t squish anything. I don’t like killing things, even things I don’t like. Occasionally, if it’s the right sort and not too big, I can save one, using a spider catcher at arms length. I tip them out at the end of the garden so that they can’t run straight back in. Sometimes, I’ve been known to spin them round in the contraption so they lose their bearings, just to make sure they don’t head back to make their home in my home again.
I hear that those ruddy great ones that catch your eye as they run across the living room floor in the evenings are always males looking for a partner. It doesn’t make me love them more.
Writing this is freaking me out. I keep looking around, quite sure I’m being observed by a many eyed monster hiding in a corner, waiting to jump out at me when I’m least expecting it. So I’m going to stop. You’ve got the gist. I don’t like ‘em. Big or small. Long legged or fat bodied.
I’m Kaye and I fear spiders.