Anything with more than four legs really creeps me out! I've always been like that. I still run screaming when I see a wasp, bumblebee, spider, etc. I particularly detest spiders. If there is a spider in the vicinity that is left alone I can just about guarantee that it is planning to bite me later. (Have had lots of spider bites.)
As the girls were growing up I tried to be a good mom and stay involved with them . That entailed becoming a Girl Scout Leader. There were 3 leaders in the troop. I quickly became the "craft" person; the other 2 were gung- ho campers. For me it was "Girl Scout Hell." Our first camping experience took place at Blendon Woods Day Camp- a third grade overnite in regulation GSA tents( no bottoms). It must have been 95 degrees and SO humid. During the day the tents filled up with hundreds of daddy long legs. I wanted to sneak off and sleep in the van SO BAD! But, trying to be a good example, I finally collapsed on my sleeping bag with my flashlight under my chin with my set of girls, pretending to be brave! I was so tired finally I just layed there and watched the daddy long legs and other bugs crawling across the girls. I think it's the closest I've ever come to losing my mind. It was the most horrible night! Other subsequent camping trips were just as bad- wolf spiders in the platform tents, spiders and moths in the cabins. Laying there in the dark imagining what might be crawling across my sleeping bag, or lurking in the corners. My trusty flashlight always right under my chin -praying that the batteries wouldn't give out before morning- and eyes wide open until I'd become too exhausted to stay awake!
On the recent trip to Nicaragua during devotions one evening a bug flew down my top and ended up in my bra. It took ALL the SELF CONTROL I could muster not to strip in front of the whole group! But I was very proud of myself. I quietly got up and went back to the bedroom and removed it and hardly anybody was the wiser.
Killing spiders and bugs is a delicate operation for me. I can't get too close ( they might jump on me!) so my weapons of choice are the broom and the vacuum cleaner. That way I can attack from some distance.( I usually duct tape the end of the vacuum hose for a few days just to be sure the spider doesn't crawl back out). Unfortunately this is not a stealth process. Most people who know me smile and say, "must be a bug or spider !"when they hear my bloodcurdling screams.
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