By Samantha W. (12 years old)
I fear public speaking, great heights and the dark, but my greatest fear has to be the fear of spiders which is known as arachnophobia.
Each time I look at these creepy crawlies, chills run down my spine. Thus far, I have never touched nor killed a spider. I prefer to keep a respectable distance from these eight-legged arachnids. Nothing would induce me to touch one, not even a harmless daddy longlegs.
Everyone in my family knows I hate spiders, really, really hate them. When my brother, Ethan, discovered that I was afraid of daddy longlegs, he laughed his head off. He couldn’t fathom why someone would be scared witless by a harmless creature.
One day, Ethan thought it was amusing to give me a fright. He dangled a spider he had caught in front of my face. I bolted out of my chair and beat a hasty retreat, but the silly boy chased me all over the house, shrieking in holy glee while I screamed in terror. Mom and Dad were out and I had no one to rescue me.
I began to plot my revenge for hell hath no fury like a wronged girl. Now Ethan’s greatest fear is lizards which is perfect as they are aplenty in our home. So, I set up to capture one and dropped it into his collar. He squealed like a scalded pig of course!
Some say fear is a teacher. If so, it must be a lousy teacher and should be fired. What can arachnophobia teach me anyway?