I'll admit it. I am a bit of a thrill seeker. I love roller coaster, haunted houses and really want to go skydiving in the near future. But get me near a bug and I go running. Unfortunately I am forced to confront this fear quite often. When Greg and I lived in the apartments we were on the lower level and many, many multi-legged creatures found their way into our apartment. Now we live in a split level home and our bedroom/bathroom/nursery are all in the lower level, and we have the same problem with unwanted visitors. I usually trap the bugs underneath a bowl or cup and wait for Greg to come home and kill them.
A few nights ago we were putting Palmer to bed. Greg called for me to come and help get the crib ready since he was holding the baby. All I had to do was cross the hallway to make it to the nursery, but alas I could not because of the humongous spider (the size of a 50 cent piece) right in the middle of the hall. It was so big I could see the hair on its body. I tried several times to quickly run by it. Each time giving myself a pep talk, convincing myself that there was no way it could run after me and bite me, that it should be scared of me not me scared of it, that I needed to help my son and this was a silly fear. Nothing worked though because every time I laid my eyes on it I would shriek and shake and huddle back into the corner of our living room. Greg had to put the baby down and kill the spider before I could leave the room. Seriously, what's wrong with me? He asked me what I would have done if he wasn't there. I honestly have no idea.