I’m afraid of spiders. Seriously. I hate spiders. I once found a Brown Recluse inside my kitchen sink, and attacked it, fiercely, with a miniature baseball bat until it was very much no longer a Brown Recluse. At least those are spiders that it’s okay to fear. Unfortunately, I’ll flinch at a Daddy Long Legs if it gets close enough. I don’t have a lot of prominent fears beyond that, but it’s a good enough one to keep me attentive when I’m shuffling through my backyard, or crawling under my house to find the water shut off before things start to freeze for the winter, or thaw for the spring.
Question of the Day:
What is your biggest fear, and how do you handle, or not handle, it?