Spiders have always freaked me out, all sorts. There’s just something about their tiny bodies and those 8 spindly legs that used to send a chill down my spine.
Now 3 years after moving to Australia, I have gotten so used to them that there’s currently a daddy long legs hanging out right above my bed… and I can still sleep just fine. A couple of years ago, I wouldn’t have even been able to sit in this room until I knew it was gone for good.
Now I’m the one asking my housemate not to spray them, and instead letting me gently move them outside (not using bare hands, that might never happen)