Love ’em or ‘eight’ ’em

I’m reblogging this in response to Teresa’s terrifying Tuesday prompt
Even at 63, I still hate spiders, but can at least tolerate the smaller ones.
Childhood fears don’t fade completely I’m afraid.

As I have already reblogged this, I am linking Fandango’s #FDDA challenge to it too, as he is asking what is our greatest fear.



the fear of spiders and other arachnids such as scorpions

No 1 in top 10 most common phobias

affects women more than men


dizziness, nausea, and breathlessness

in some cases, symptoms escalate into a full-blown panic attack

Yep, this is me. I suppose it really kicked in when I was about 5 and my sister threw one at me. She found it hysterical when I turned a funny colour and puked in the dirt. No, we are not close.

Every night, I would check under my bed with the broom handle, ready to scarper just in case. Shadows cast in the corners of my bedroom would suggest a hairy monster was lurking and it wasn’t unusual to get my grandfather to come upstairs and get rid of it (by which time of course it had disappeared into the closet and he thought it was just a ruse not…

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About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have an elderly dog called Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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2 Responses to Love ’em or ‘eight’ ’em

  1. Your re-blog was interesting. I had no idea Arachnophobia was #1. Yes, spiders are quite creepy and move far too quickly. The trigger was your sister’s playfulness / joke which started a life long fear of those 8-legged insects. It’s amazing how the human mind works with regards to memory. I lived in the countryside for 25 years and adapted to all kinds of
    critters – no choice. And now on my own I use a fly swatter to kill those suckers. 🙂

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