Nothing else quite paralyzes me with fear than a good old, big, ugly spider. The one pictured here is a spider that sunned itself one morning on a tree log near my potted mums. The spider I had my husband take care of days before was near my trash can in my home office. “That was big,” he said, after I screamingly asked him to hurry into the room to get the spider. Fear I can’t write with spiders nearby.
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