Like I told John, I’m not a girly-girl. I don’t squeal at mice (I was the “mouse-disposal girl” at one job because I was the only one who would take the dead mice that’d been trapped and/or poisoned into the field next to the building, which is where they came from to begin with). Bugs annoy me, but if they’re small enough to squish without too much drama (i.e. effort or mess), then they’re gone.
Mosquitos, gnats, fruit flies, most ants, a few of the smaller types of spiders…I hate roaches and beetles, but mostly because they crunch when you kill them, and I hate that sound. I’ll usually shoo them outside if I can.
But if I saw (DO NOT CLICK ON THE FOLLOWING LINK IF YOU SUFFER FROM ARACHNIPHOBIA) this thing on my porch, I would wet myself. And scream. And refuse to leave the house until TB killed it or got rid of it somehow.
HORROR MOVIE SPIDER OF DOOOOOOOM!