When I was a boy, I was deathly afraid of spiders. I think it was because of a movie I saw on TV, in which a child ran face-first into a spider web and got bitten by a spider the size of a softball, and almost died. But that was long ago. I have since come to like–sort of–jumping spiders and wolf spiders.
Nevertheless, there are still some big ‘uns out there that I’d cross the street to avoid. I don’t know how genuine that photo is, up there; but something tells me I would very much prefer never to find out.
Maybe it’s a very small toilet bowl? But that’s another kind of problem.
(Not feeling very well today!)