One of my many fears is walking into a room, getting comfortable and then seeing a massive spider scuttle in front of you. Okay, so that isn't the worst bit, losing it is.
I am one of the many people who hate/fear spiders. It started from quite an early age, when my dad found a spider right behind me. This wasn't a small spider about the size of a tea light, it was about the size of a small dog. I was petrified. I admit that I ran out as fast as I could, mainly because not only was my dad picking it up, he is the type of person that would run after you and put it on you.
Ever since then if someone has a spider or one is in the room I will most likely scream at you, until you get it out of the house. Where as if I'm home alone and I see a spider, my new best friend turns into the Hoover. It seems like the easiest way of getting it away from me. I sound so cruel by putting it like that but it's better than having a whole colony of baby minion spiders around.
Not going to lie in saying; my mothers fear of spiders seems 100% worse than mine and she always seems to get the worst events. Although I had two spiders on my bed before I went to sleep, she had a much worse event on one particular morning.
Like every morning we would take our time to pick out what looks best for what day for her, so she looks smart, casual and approachable. We were going through what shoes might go with her brightly coloured dress. Slipping her feet into her perfect, black, matte shoes, she then started complaining about something inside her shoe. Normally, I would go do my make up as we had to leave in under 15 minutes. The complaining soon got so bad that she let out a shockingly high pitched scream. - This was a scream that could've woken up most of the town. Her complaints was due to a massive, fat spider wriggling in the bottom of her shoe. The horrible thing was that the spider then ran under her bed, the cat just watched it fly my with a smug look on its face. The screaming didn't stop there, we have never found the spider since. She hasn't worn the shoes nearly as much as she did before, I do not blame her.
Now that I have wrote this, it's basically handing my worst fears over to the people who may dislike me. Oh well, have fun.
~ Soph.
It does as the title states. Rants from a young adult living life within a small rural town.
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