Alright, I admit it. I’m afraid of spiders. There was a big black one on a pair of pants I picked up in my room tonight and I screamed like an effing little girl while I beelined out of the room. What, you’re not afraid of anything stupid? It takes a big man (6’3″ to be exact) to admit he’s afraid of something that’s only about an inch long (that’s a big spider around these here parts if isn’t a daddy long legs).
Other bugs freak me out too. There, I said it. I found a dead cricket on my couch and I didn’t want to sit back down for a while. Hey, crickets can be dangerous. Wait, I mean spiders. Whatever!
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2 responses to “I’m Afraid of Spiders”
you’re so gay.
How is that worse than being afraid of me, Buffy?