Dark Star
Book Whore
I so enjoyed all the creepy pictures the other night, of the huge ass spiders and that crazy Chinese Hornet, I thought it'd be fun to talk about shit that has scared us, made us scream in terror, run away like little girls, etc.....you get the idea. Share away, friends, share away.
I shall begin with the reason why I suffer so badly from arachnophobia. You know fear of those nasty, hairy, sneaky, eight-legged freaks....SPIDERS!!!!
When I was just a wee child, of the tender age of 6 or 7, I headed out to the back porch to slip on my shoes. Such a sweet little child I was, wanting to help my daddy out in the garden on a Spring morn. Well, holy shit, I find my little shoes.....(this is 1970/71...they were little canvass slip-on shoes, very popular nowadays. I started to stick my precious, tiny, baby foot in my little canvass shoe and what do you think is in my fucking shoe???? Yep, ya guessed it, a huge spider. One of those fuzzy brown wolf spiders that look like mini tarantulas. This spider was kind enough not to bite my baby foot, but it did walk right over the top of it, exiting to the right side. I remember screaming, but it was like my mouth was open and nothing was coming out.....well, something came out because I remember my mom running out on the back porch with me, wondering what in the hell my problem was. I was able to speak even though horribly traumatized by the incident, and my mother found and smashed the horrid beast.
I would like to mention that this picture I found below....well, when I saw it in a small version there was one spider. It said "click to enlarge".....yeah, I clicked it thinking one spider would look bigger and my god, three fucking spiders pop up.....and yeah I screamed (like a little girl).
I shall begin with the reason why I suffer so badly from arachnophobia. You know fear of those nasty, hairy, sneaky, eight-legged freaks....SPIDERS!!!!
When I was just a wee child, of the tender age of 6 or 7, I headed out to the back porch to slip on my shoes. Such a sweet little child I was, wanting to help my daddy out in the garden on a Spring morn. Well, holy shit, I find my little shoes.....(this is 1970/71...they were little canvass slip-on shoes, very popular nowadays. I started to stick my precious, tiny, baby foot in my little canvass shoe and what do you think is in my fucking shoe???? Yep, ya guessed it, a huge spider. One of those fuzzy brown wolf spiders that look like mini tarantulas. This spider was kind enough not to bite my baby foot, but it did walk right over the top of it, exiting to the right side. I remember screaming, but it was like my mouth was open and nothing was coming out.....well, something came out because I remember my mom running out on the back porch with me, wondering what in the hell my problem was. I was able to speak even though horribly traumatized by the incident, and my mother found and smashed the horrid beast.
I would like to mention that this picture I found below....well, when I saw it in a small version there was one spider. It said "click to enlarge".....yeah, I clicked it thinking one spider would look bigger and my god, three fucking spiders pop up.....and yeah I screamed (like a little girl).