This post is in hopes that I can help my little sister with her arachnophobia. While I still maintain that it is not my fault that she has arachnophobia (what fun could be had by throwing little balls of black string at her, if she didn't shriek like a banshee), I believe that I may be able to help her work out this fear.
I guess I should start by stating my credentials. Don't give me that look! I do have 'spider experience.' I had a pet spider for 3 years. A wolf spider. This spider lived on the side of our house. We would still be friends today, if I hadn't moved. I would talk to this spider. I have always found it helpful to tell problems to someone, not for a solution--but to get a better handle on the problem. Our conversations were always so very one-sided, though. I felt bad about this. I consoled myself by believing that if the spider wanted to talk, I would listen. Now that I have been self-certified as the spider guru, on to the therapy.
(1) Spiders that come into the house are committing suicide. They want to die, and you are doing them a favor by ending it quickly for them. In Jr. High, I had a basement bedroom. The number of spiders that liked to bite me at night was astonishing! At that time, I made a pact with all spiders. When I am outside, they are allowed to try and kill me. However, if they come inside I am allowed to try to kill them. If they leave their friends out of it, I won't recruit help either. These odds seemed a little one-sided to me. Just to even things up, I have to have shoes on. Since making this pact, the number of spiders I come across when I am barefooted has skyrocketed. I believe this to be the spiders' acceptance. You would to, if you knew that I wear shoes almost every waking hour.
(2) Spiders live a painful existence. Spinning a web can not be comfortable. Let's see...you pull some thread out of your butt, hang from it until you can swing wide enough to reach the next branch, and repeat a billion times over your life time. Of course this is assuming that there isn't a strong wind, which pulls that thread out much faster than you originally intended. Can you say OUCH! We are doing them a favor by sending them to spider heaven. There pigs have to spin the webs, to repay Charlotte.
(3) If logic won't persuade you, let superstition be your guide. Let's see not killing/seeing a spider can bring: money, good luck, health, joy, and hope. However it can also bring: sorrow, anxiety, bad luck, death, personally catastrophic events, new secret enemies, and misfortune. Killing a spider can bring: good or bad luck, and rain. There's the delightful bonus that you no longer have to live with the spider. I'd say the bad side of not killing the spiders far out weighs the good side.
(4) Has this worked? If not, maybe you can benefit from WikiHow! I bet there are at least seven or eight untested methods here that you haven't tried.
(5) Still afraid? At least you know that you are not quite as bad off as this gal. She's willing to pimp herself out for a good spider killer! Please excuse the profanity; I'm sure she doesn't know any better.
(6) What if you just want to kill spiders, but need to give them a fighting chance? Let the diatoms do the dirty work for you! Just call 1-800-DIATOMS.
And as always, you should be glad that I didn't have access to this story when I was 12. Boy, I could have and fun with that one! If I had this story and a small plastic spider, I would have thought I died and went to heaven!
2 comments:
thank you that was verry helpfull, unfortunitally i am every bit as bad at anyone. why do you think that i got married so early in life? Dad still laughs at me before he kills the spiders i find at his or my house. but, i rember that there were many times when you (dear sweet Jeramie) would call me out of a very nice cat nap to ask me to kill a spider for you. this all being before i watched the rediculous movie arachnophobia (yes i have watched sence and laughed the whole way through) but at the tender age of 11 or 12 it was enugh to make me be one of those women who can pluck eyebrows, wax legs, clean poop, and fix "booboos" from falling on the pavement, and child birth, but not any tiny little itisy btsy spider ever. it is retarted! and i have tried everything. acceptance, etc. i can handle everything except a pardon my french but damn little spider. yes i have tried prozac and it did not help either. lol now everyone knows poor jenny is some kind of basket case, so i will relate a story. my husband called me into the master bath one night to ask me to make shure if the spider he had found (verry uggly and black - i am not a racist i hate every color of spiders equilly-) was a black widow or not. it took me nearly an hour for me to re-enter my bedroom and the maste bathroom door was closed after the spider was flushed. my new coping method is acceptance i have a full-blown case of arachnopbia and i can laughe at my self ( for i know that it is funny tho watch ) and the stupid things i will ask my loved ones to do to a spider for me as i dance in a strange sort of way witch i will call my fear dance. anyone with a sence of humur is welcome to laugh with me.
Dear Jen...don't you know that was because I didn't want to get those icky spider guts on my shoes? Plus, I still hate to hear them crunch.
And Arachnophobia was a hilarious movie. I laughed all the way through. I laughed even harder when I remember it gave you nightmares for a month!
But I still love you.
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