I’ve told Jen before that there are a number of things I will kill in the event that they need killing: a lion. A zombie. A burglar. I do not have a problem smiting any of these should the situation arise where I need to protect someone I love.

But I make her kill the spiders. They are the eight-legged spawn of Satan and they are out to take you and everyone you love into a very special spidery hell. It is filled with those invisible cobwebs you can’t see. You know the ones I’m talking about: you are walking to your car and then it’s all up in your business.

Anyway, since I hate spiders, this image is enough to generate the thoughts that will haunt me for the next two weeks of sleep.

Happy dreaming.

Tags: arachnophobia, spiders