I'll never forget the most horrific night of my life...
It was at our old house, and Cole was only a few months old. It was a short time after midnight, and time for Cole to have a bottle. I sleepily dragged myself into the kitchen, where I saw a nasty ginormous spider (don't know the type, but they are very common down here). So, being a good sleep-deprived mommy, I gently squashed it with my flip-flop. OH THE HORROR OF ALL HORRORS!!!!!!! Millions and millions of baby spiders scattered all over the kitchen floor! I screamed and jumped onto the counter, while watching in stupefied horror as they kept coming and coming. By that time I was in tears.
I managed to get a semi-grip, and I was able to grab a can of who-knows-what. It didn't matter; I just started spraying everywhere. I managed to crawl across the counter and get to my Rainbow vacuum cleaner, which thankfully I had refilled with clean water. I started sucking up spiders as if my life depended on it, because, well, it depended on it. I probably killed and vacuumed up 98% of the horde, but the remaining ones kept me awake all night. The next day, I too starting cleaning, spraying, and vacuuming everywhere. I went to a local Pest-Stop store, that sells commercial-strength chemicals (same ones The Bug Man uses). I bought some and sprayed so much outside my home that it looked like it had rained.
Why am I afraid of spiders? 1. The crawl on you. 2. They bite you. 'Nuff said.