I don't like them

I don't like spiders. There is nothing about them that I like. They really weird me out in every aspect. They make me freeze in fear, and I've been known to go into quite the crying spell when I see one. I don't know why they weird me out the way they do. Small, medium, large, and x-large spiders are all on the same level, BAD! Travis tries to convince me that they aren't all terrible, sorry I don't care what he says, I'm never going to like them.

I actually have a knot in my throat right now just thinking about them. Oh, and Halloween... those little plastic rings, WHY? Why must we have those? No cute little child dressed up as Raggedy Ann, or Buzz LightYear needs to have that horrific thing on their finger! They are worthless!!!! Just the other day I was driving and there was a spider on my windshield, I shall not tell a lie. I threw the wipers on as quick as I could, he had to go! Did I kill him, I don't know! It's not like I got out to inspect the damage. If I did, fine. If I didn't, well that's okay too at least he was no longer in my view. I will never forget the day I was doing laundry in the house we were renting when I heard, PLOP! I turned around to see a huge brown lucrusse spider. I ran out of the laundry room, slammed the door, and called Travis and told him I would never go back in that laundry room again until he proved to me it was dead. I did not say gone, I said DEAD! I found myself back in that laundry room doing laundry later that night, so you know the outcome of that spider.

I don't like the creatures, that's obvious. I do however marvel at their work. Their webs are amazing. For several weeks now I have wanted to take pictures of the ones that line the fence as we go down the driveway. Each one different, unique, and so detailed. Today, I decided I would take the time to get a picture of a few of them. I don't understand how such an icky creature could produce something so miraculous! As I walked around taking pictures, I looked down to my surprise to see that they even had little tiny webs in the grass. All that work to repeat day in and day out.

It's kind of like being a mom I suppose. You take care of your little ones each and everyday and each and every following day, you have to repeat what you did the day before. I suppose we are spinning our own webs, aren't we?! Even though I can't stand them I guess I'm like them somehow. Huh, nice.