As I age, my fear of bugs is getting worse and worse, especially my fear of spiders. When I spot a spider in the house, you know it, due to excessive screeching. I realize my response to spiders is Not Appropriate, and yet I cannot help myself. I suppose that’s the very definition of a phobia.
Luckily I have a secret weapon around here, and that’s my youngest daughter, Little Miss Sunshine. For an intense animal lover, she certainly has no qualms about getting in there and squishing the hell out of any bugs in the house. I think her need to be helpful outweighs her need to cherish animal life. I’m not going to quibble with that.
The other day I was driving around with the Little Miss sitting quietly in the back seat right behind me. Suddenly she squealed and started kicking the back of my chair over and over, hard, then just as suddenly, stopped.
Me: Um, I’m driving here, honey. Usually it is not a good idea to bother the driver like that.
Her: I know, but there was a giant spider crawling up the back of your chair.
Me: OH MY GOD, YOU SAVED MY LIFE.
Her: I know. I’ll need a tissue when you get a chance to scoop up the guts.