There are two kinds of people in the world: those of you who are scared of spiders, and the rest of us who just don’t get it.
(If you are truly creeped out by them, don’t scroll to the bottom of this post).
Cars are scary. I’ve known several people who were killed or severely injured in them.
Dementia is scary. It’s heartbreaking to watch someone slowly lose so many pieces of themselves to diseases like Alzheimer’s.
Cancer is scary. I don’t even have to explain this one.
Even deer can be scary sometimes. One of the many reasons why I’m thrilled to not own a car has to do with driving down a quiet, country road at dusk or in the dark. It’s really difficult to spot a deer and swerve in time if one gets spooked by your headlights or decides to cross the road at the very last second.
Arachnids, though? Not scary. Not even a little bit. Humans are far more dangerous to them than they are to us.
It’s extremely rare for a spider bite to kill someone. Most spiders aren’t aggressive or toxic, and most of the venomous ones will cause a minor illness at most if they do end up biting you.
I actually like seeing spiders. They kill all kinds of bugs that can infest a house. They have fascinating little black eyes.
And sometimes they’re even fuzzy!
Look at this little guy.
I want to put a tiny leash on him and take him for a walk around the block.
I want to make little hats for him every Halloween. He could be Santa one year and a leprechaun the next.
I want to read Charlotte’s Web to him and rewrite the ending so that all of the spiders live as long as Wilbur does.
He isn’t frightening.