Most of us suffer from arachnaphobia or the fear of spiders. I can easily confess that I also fall into that category. Size, shape, color or intent makes no difference to me. Spiders give me the heebie-jeebies. And those tree spiders that spin their webs across walkways about face high. They're frightening and I always brush my hair and hope that the spider wasn't planning a dive down the back of my shirt.
Then there came a day recently when I was on the backswing of my evening walk and I
encountered a full sized tarantula. This tarantula must have been out for a stroll as well. As I neared her and then pulled even, I noticed she was so intent on her walk that she really didn't care that I was close. So we walked side by side down the rest of the block until I peeled off to head home. I discussed the weather with her, asked if she had many children and was she living here in town or just visiting. Although she didn't answer I still felt a certain comraderie with her. A surprising and most delightful walking companion. But not necessarily one that I would invite home.
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I think she was a snob. That's why she ignored you....
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