Many of you who know me are well aware that I am massively afraid of spiders. I have been since that one night when I was three years old. A night that I remember all too well. It was one of those nights when I did not want to go to sleep.
Mom: Robert Cooper, go to sleep.
Mom: Brother Cooper, you call my name one more time and I am coming in there with the comb!!!!!!!
(Silence for a few minutes)
Me: There's a spider on my face!!!!!!
Mom: That's it, you're gonna get it young man!!!!
(Mom charges down the hall)
Me: (Crying my eyes out)
Mom: Stop that crying, I haven't even done anything yet.
(Mom turns on the light)
Mom: (SCREAMS) OH MY GOD, THERE'S A SPIDER ON YOUR FACE!!!!!!!!!
Me: (Stops crying) Didn't I just tell you that?!?!?!
So off to Kaiser we went on BART. The right side of my face looked as though I had got into a fight with Mike Tyson. To be honest, I do not remember what was done at the hospital. I was left with a scar just below my right eye, which is slowly going away.
For a while, I had completely forget about the spider bite. In fact, I would actually go outside and capture Daddy Longlegs and pull their legs off (You know you did it too).
One night at Grandma's house, we were watching the movie Tarantula and everything was fine. Suddenly out of nowhere, I began to freak out. I ran down the hall and hid in the back of Grandma's closet screaming at the top of my lungs for somebody to save me. Since then, I have been deathly afraid of them.
Around age 12, Fred and Wanda (Dad and Mom) began letting me stay home by myself over the weekend while they were out of town. Of course my older brother Casey would come by to check on me. Even though he said he was only there to get food (Yeah right). Anyways, I come home from school Friday afternoon and I go in my room and there was a spider on my bed. I freaked out something fierce. I slammed the door shut and I stuffed towels under the door and I didn't go near my room for the whole weekend. Luckily there was clean clothes in the laundry room.
Fast forward to 1998, I'm driving down Blackstone Ave and while sitting at the stop light, out of nowhere, there is a spider crawling in my window, causing my first panic attack. Somehow I managed to fling the spider out the window and go on about my business.
A few years later, a good friend bought the movie Arachnophobia
for me because he knew that I liked John Goodman. Needless to say, the DVD is still in the shrink-wrap and I have never seen the movie to this day.
Ok I will skip embarassing myself with more spider incidents. Today at work, I was walking up the walkway to my office and there on the handrail was this:
Golden silk orb-weaver
Of course I was freaked out, I stood there frozen in place knowing I would have to go passed the spider to get to the office. Suddenly, it moved and I hauled ass up the steps and into the office and quickly slammed the door. I know I know, I am 31 years old and I damn near pee my pants when I encounter a spider. But to everybody's surprise, I put on my big boy undies and took the picture of the spider. Sure I took about twenty pictures because I was shaking from fright, but dammit I got it.
I'm sure as time goes on, I will become less afraid of spiders...................YEAH GOOD LUCK W