I am the spider catcher in my house – most of my family are scared of them. I remember when I was young my mum used to go round the neighbours to help rid their house of a spider. She was always gone more than an hour, so I think they spent most of their time gossiping than anything else.
My daughter doesn’t like spiders, but loves Halloween. Which is not strange when I think of it. She gets her fear from her father. She has moved out, but will still call me to get rid of a spider when her boyfriend isn’t there. The other week I had to catch it and take the offending animal to the end of the garden to get rid of it and even show her proof (One time I said I caught it when I didn’t and she won’t let me forget it)
A bit like why I don’t like mice – my mother ran screaming from one in our kitchen once. Daddy Long Legs are another one of my fears. I hate the way they hover like they are going to attack.
You can always link a fear to something that has happened in our childhood. Even if we don’t remember the actual event, we can remember the way we felt. That dipping feeling inside your stomach that makes you want to shrink back into your skin. It is almost like you have ants crawling over every surface.
Mice, spiders, Daddy Long Legs, flying birds, heights and many more. Even though the fear is illogical it is real to those who suffer.