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true story that threw me into a near-psychotic state of arachnophobia for close to 10 years:
when i live din germany the second time, i was about 12 halfway through the first year we were there. there was a field with waist high grass across the street from where i lived that i would play in all the time.
i was in it one time cutting the heads off of stinging nettles with a stick when i noticed a HUGE brown spider by my foot, looking at me. it was easily 2 inches across with it's legs bent. i lokked around real quick for a way out wheree i wouldnt get stung (the field was mostly nettles). before i got a chance to move, i felt something on my leg, UNDER my pant leg. i looked down and the thing was so big, my pants were moving as it climbed. Think of Jerry running around under the carpet in a Tom and Jerry cartoon.
i dont think anything in my life has ever gotten me to move that fast before or since. I RAN full tilt through the nettles until i hit the road, the dropped my pants off, stomped on them (I had to fight to get them over my shoes) and ran like hell for the house.
Imagine a skinny-ass pasty 12 year old running and screaming, trying not to cry. I had to get my pants to get my keys, because the front door automatically locked when it closed.
from that point on, i would be paralyzed if i saw a spider. And that part of germany is crawling with big-ass house spiders...
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