I really, really, really hate spiders? Rats, mice, snakes mostly, that I can deal with. But I have a hatred of spiders. Everyone tells me, “Oh, but they eat bugs!” I don’t care. I think what they really do is plot ways to leap onto me.
The island of Molokai in Hawaii was the worst. We would spend all night moving through the woods and there were gazillions of spiders. Little, teeny tiny ones, gigantic hairy ones. I hated going there because it meant two or three weeks of running smack into webs hung face high.
I thought I was past all that. Unfortunately, there’s some dang spider that hangs out here that loves to make webs. And really loves hanging them right at the level of my face. And they always try to hang a web right over the path in my backyard that I pace as I smoke.