I have a fear of spiders. I’ve never met a spider I couldn’t remove, dispose of, or run away from. I am a giant in their eyes, their many freaky eyes. Perhaps it can be better described as an aversion rather than a fear but fear definitely is a part of it.
I don’t know when or how this started. I love what they do and understand that without their place in the ecosystem we would have an imbalance. When I see them in the garden, I thank them for the job they are doing and leave them alone to their destiny.
Does anyone like to walk through a spider web? I don’t think so but if I am wrong, please tell me.
My son has a legitimate fear of spiders because when he gets bitten he gets a large swollen lump with the telltale bite mark from their fangs. I honestly don’t know if I have ever been bitten myself because I have never had a reaction like his. When I am bitten by a mosquito I get a physical reaction with lumps, itching and redness but I don’t have the same gut reaction when I see a mosquito.
I don’t how or why a tarantula can be kept as a pet; as zoo exhibit: yes, pet: no.
I wish I could be the kind of a person that like spiders, but I am not.
“You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience by which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself, ‘I lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along.” ~Eleanor Roosevelt
The small step that I am taking today is presenting the Zentangle inspired art image for the weekly challenge.