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I hate spiders!  Actually, any sort of creepy crawly creature, but spiders are probably at the top of the list.  As much as I hate them, I hate killing them even more.  Believe me... I don't feel bad having them dead, but I just get really grossed out doing it.

Now that I live by myself, I don't really have a choice but to kill them myself.  But in the past I have been known to trap spiders under a cup and stack a bunch of books on top, in hopes of suffocating them or just until someone else could get home and take care of them.  I know it sounds inhumane but I don't really care!

Some other experiences with spiders:  one time when I was 12 or so, I saw a spider crawling on the wall above my bed.  Everyone in the house was asleep, so I tried to grab it with a tissue, but it was too fast and got away.  Well, it fell off the wall and somewhere on my bed.  I frantically tore all the bedding off my bed and shook it out like a madwoman.  I never found the thing!  Maybe that experience is what sparked my fear of spiders??

Also when I was younger, I had a dream one night that a spider bit me on my hand between my thumb and pointer finger.  When I woke up, my hand was throbbing with pain... I didn't see any marks from a bite on my hand.  It was crazy!