Stacey admitted her fear of spiders to me over twitter yesterday. Something we share. I am so scared of spiders that daily tasks like walking through this path become terrifying ordeals with bizarre bowing rituals in order to avoid being webbed.
As most good arachnophobes would know, once you see a spider- it’s particularly important you continue to stare at it. Because the only thing worse than seeing a spider, is not seeing it. So I ran with the idea and came up with this:
Quick! Don’t look away. It might move.
This is fun, a staring competition.
Okay get the traditional weapons.
Oh it’s coming closer. Bring it buddy, you’re going down. I was born to stare.
Please don’t move as I put the glass down.
What’s this crazy forcefield?
Okay, glass bit is over. Just slide the postcard in gently. Don’t let a leg out.
Hey a gap! I can get a leg out!
Ew! It’s escaping.
Ouch my leg!
Alright buddy, off to the garden. Where you belong.
Hey, I can’t leave now. What happens at the end of Game of Thrones?
I’m scared. I guess I don’t need this glass. Just throw the whole thing into the bush.
Wow, what a sore loser. I have 8 eyes, I was always going to win.