I’m not entirely sure but I think the spider left is a yellow garden spider — a very common arachnid; if not a yellow garden spider, it’s definitely an orb weaver — meaning it creates flat, vertical, spiral patterned orb-like webs. This particular beauty was living in peace under a giant rabbit cage in Sackville, Nova Scotia. And, even though there were three loud, impatient, fidgety toddlers playing with fluffy the fat rabbit above, it didn’t seem to mind. At one point all three kidlets bent down and stared at the spider in silent, revered awe before running off to partake in a teddy bear picnic.
I’m not a huge fan of arachnids; while growing up I used to have terrifying dreams of spiders crawling all over my body while I slept, and some nights I would actually scratch my skin bloody in my sleep. I think this had a lot to do with the amount of time I spent swimming and the effect it had on my skin. That said, I’m still able to recognize the ethereal grace and beauty that arachnids display while weaving and moving around on their web. It’s mesmerizing.
Does anyone out there have any good (or bad) spider stories?
UGH!!!!! I HATE! HATE! HATE! SPIDERS!!!
HATE!
Seriously.
As in, an “all spiders are the spawn of the devil” sort of hate.
Truly.
I hate them.
I cannot be convinced otherwise, logically or illogically. I hate all spiders, and want them to die — or, if not die, then to stay the HELL away from me, my house, and anywhere near my property.
I will never ever ever travel to a tropical country where enormous spiders are commonplace. Never.
And, AND — you probably think I have a really bad phobia about them, right? Well, you’d be wrong! This is me, BETTER!! LOL When I was a kid, I had an EXTREMELY bad phobia about them — I used to think there were always spiders at the foot of my bed (any bed, could be a sleeping bag, basically anywhere I was sleeping). I knew it was CRAZY, I would even pull back the covers to check, and CLEARLY, no spiders were lurking at the end of my bed…But, BUT, that is an irrational fear for you — regardless I spent a several months/a few years (I can’t remember how long this went on for) sleeping crunched up into a ball, ever afraid to extend my legs and feet towards the end of the bed for fear of encountering the spiders that were surely lurking there!
It seems kind of funny now, but it was not a good time in my life, actually.
I guess I eventually grew out of it, but I have never grown out of my hate for them. It’s illogical, I know, but if they would just stay the frick away from me and my house, I could live a happy life!!! 😛
These days I kill any spider that comes in my house or on my property, but preferably my husband does it. That is one of his official duties: “spider-killer”. lol
Did you get all breathless and squirmy when you saw the spider photo?
No, actually. I don’t really have any manifestations of physical or negative reactions when I see one in person, on TV or wherever. I just hate them in general!