Sometimes I think the only reason I miss having a man around the house is when I am alone and have to deal with a spider. I don’t know what it is about spiders that terrify me. After careful thought, I don’t remember any childhood dramas involving spiders. But I really do freak out when I see one.
I don’t care if the spiders see me or are just going about their own business. When I see a spider anywhere inside my home or even outdoors in my yard, it must die. It is so much easier to just yell for a man to come kill the damn thing. If I’m alone, I have to find a weapon, prepare the execution area, and strike quickly to make sure it does not get away.
And sometimes the worst thing happens – I miss and it gets away. Then I have to go around all day and night worrying about the spider that is still lurking somewhere and I won’t be satisfied until it is dead.