Why arachniphobia sucks (or Another reason I need to get the hell out of this apartment)
Humongous spider in my bathtub.
Apparently the world really wants me to have a heart attack today.
Raid is my friend. Even if my lungs are developing tumours as we speak and I am challenging my ethics in regards to copious use of noxious chemicals.
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Nooooo!
Glass and paper. It allows you to challenge your arachnid fear at the same time as being a kind act....
Still, every time I watch the little blighters scuttle away with it's second chance, I reckon that nature in all its Darwinian glory will make short work of it anyway...
Forget raid… break out the freaking napalm on those unwanted bugs. That'll learn them.
Big boots. It's the way forward. Nature decided that I should have size 13's for a reason.
Spider Killers.
But if one of them catches me unawares...I WILL run and scream like a girl.
Spiders eat mosquitos and flys therefore I make time for them. If I can, I'll catch them and let them loose outside.
Ant- Can't do it. I could never get that willingly close to a spider.
It's funny, because I treat anxiety disorders, yet I refuse to get my phobia treated because I know it will involve exposure to spiders!
Cinemec- Cheers!!! Chemicals are indeed the answer.
John- I wish I'd had enormous shoes on... but considering I was about to take a shower, this was not the case. Though maybe I should steal a pair of hiking boots to keep by the toilet for this purpose.
Indiana J- All fine and dandy... but there are no mosquitos in my bathtub!
I find that spraying the thresholds of doors and window screens helps keep the bugs out, or at least kills those intrepid enough to make it through.
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