my story starts as all good stories should with ......
Once upon a time when I was about 10 or 11 and it was April 1st I screamed down to my daddy from my bedroom ' help daddy there is an enormous spider in my room come and take it away please' (I really was frightened of spiders, but of course this was an April fool joke) I didn't realise that my daddy didn't like them either, but Mum had overheard me plotting this joke with my brother, so she told him to come and of course he did APRIL FOOL I shouted and was well pleased.
Many many years later when my son was an adult I found out that my fear of spiders had been passed to him. He wouldn't go into a shed because it was sure to have them. But he did go to see Arachnophobia, something I definitely wasn't going to do.
I realised then that it was so very silly to be afraid of such a tiny creature and I cured myself by studying them. They are fascinating to watch, with beautiful markings. Now I will handle them if necessary and quite happily capture the large ones and put them outside.
Because I knew that I was no longer afraid of them I was determined to prove it for all times and handle a tarantula
Turn away now all those of you who are still afraid of the big bad spider.........or scroll down very quickly to leave me a comment :D