Okay, I'm a big guy. Six one, two fifty, and I can bench over three hundred (or I could a while back). Heck, I was captain of the football team way back in high school. I'm a brute.
And you know what freaks me out...spiders!
Man, I hate spiders.
I live in Missouri, popular resort of the Brown Recluse. Small, quiet, and immune to most treatments because the insidious little buggers have no nerves in their feet. Their bite isn't fatal, but you'd wish it was as it causes skin to slough off.
So, since its cool out, I opened the apartment up last night and turned the air off. A few hours later I noticed a large number of bugs in the house...moths, gnats, etc. So I went and patched the holes in my screen with tape. There I was later, shoeless in my PJs getting ready for bed, when I notice a huge spider on the floor while brushing my teeth. Freaked me out! So I got a flyswatter and killed it. I was curious if he brought friends with him.
So I get home today and there are two spiders on one of my windows, three on another. Some big some small. I manage to kill them with ease but I fear for the ones I can't see.
The ones under my pillows or in my shoe.
God, I hate spiders.