“PAPAHOOD”

No, I’m not talking about that fear of the dreaded jacket with the hood, that’s “anoraknophobia”. No I mean fear of spiders, not that I’m frightened of spiders but my house is like the one in the movie of the same name. And no, I don’t have a big house in the country, like the one in the movie but I think mine has an equivalent number of spiders residing in it. Most mornings we find some humungous house spider trying to get out of the bath and I do what any Papa would do, I send my 7 year old son to catch it and throw it outside.

A few nights ago I had just went to bed (Gillian wasn’t in bed yet) and I moved Gillian’s pillow and this mutant spider ran out from underneath it. Well I let out a MANLY scream, not because I was frightened but because the spiders sudden appearance startled me. Gillian came to my resc…, I mean Gillian got to the spider first and threw it out side. But why does my house have more spiders than the average street? Last night I went for a bath and there were four huge spiders at various locations on the walls and ceiling, I kept expecting to hear a splash as one of them ended up in beside me. Later on I had toyed with the idea of watching the movie “Arachnophobia” because of all the spiders I’d seen lately – I watched something else instead, but while watching, another huge spider ran out from under my chair (I’m glad I wasn’t watching Arachnophobia) and scurried across the carpet and under the couch. Then five minutes later another one appeared from the opposite side of the room and headed for the door. I think I need to listen to The WHO and use their solution to the problem of spiders (see clip below).