The obvious one - spiders.
I am both fascinated with and terrified of spiders.

Mostly the little house spiders we have here in good old blighty are nicely sized and those are fine. I don't want them on me but they can do what they like, otherwise. Some of them grow to enormous sizes though..... there was one in the bathroom a few months back next to the pan.... I couldn't take my eyes off it, and I nearly fell off the throne when it made a dash for my toes for some reason.

I will never kill them though, as they are beneficial to have around the place and it's only rarely you'll see them. I was attacked by one however :P.... the little bugger jumped (yes, JUMPED!) from the back of the couch onto my shoulder and went down the collar of my t-shirt! I did a fair amount of dancing that day, whilst singing a song that went "OOOH AAAAH AARGH EEEE! GERROFF!"

But the real monsters truly do scare me. I'm going to Oz next year, and it's my hope to see a redback..... I am just fascinated with them. But the things they have over there are terrifying.... the huntsman is like a dinner plate. The white tailed spider is the size of a house spider but can cause horrible effects if it bites you. I remember reading about one that can give you priapism with it's bite..... a massive great stonker of a hardon that won't go away! I wouldn't know whether to rush to casualty or whack on the speedo's and hit bondi beach.

I'm more than a bit nervous about it. I've never known anything else that I'm so afraid of and yet so morbidly fascinated in.

My skin's crawling now.
( baw__bag contains traces of nuts on, Fri 11 Apr 2008, 17:38, Reply)