I don't like spiders, they freak the hell out of me. When I was a kid, I wasn't afraid of them, there lies the problem, once, I found a big one ( very big body, and small legs, for a change ), fought it was cool, brought it to school, impressed the chicks and all. Up till now, no problem. Then school is over, I wanna go back home, so I grab it in my hand ( did the same to bring it to school ), and then , the little bugger managed to escape my grasp, and ran under my sleeve, into my shirt. She didn't bite me or anything, but it took 30 good seconds of frightened struggling to get it off.
Then there was this incident where I found a spider on the wall right above my head when I woke up. I assure you that whatever that spider was, it could not come from France there's nothing as remotly big here. Had to call my mum to get rid of it ( she can't even remember that spider, it's frustrating as hell ).
There went my friendship with eight-legged freaks

Starting from that, the spiders met with my shoe, not my hand, nt that I wanted them dead, I just wanted them away from me, I was like really scared

A few years ago, I decided it was quite a girlish behaviour, a man must not fear anything ( hell, I can stand in front of a barking Rottweller, but am afraid of a 3, 4 cm wide thing? ). So I decided to fight that stupid fear, and when there was a large spider around, I'd poke it with my finger w/o hurting them ( the first try was pretty amusing from an outsiders point of view, I guess ). Well it work, don't fear them anymore, now the spiders that dare invading my room end up flying through the window, but alive

My life isn't interesting? Too bad
