a lil' bit of me

When I was 12, I went to a friends sleepover birthday party. I don't remember anything about it, but one thing. The movie we watched. That movie changed my life. I have never forgotten it. The title?

ARACHNOPHOBIA

I am such a freak when it comes to spiders. Some things that come to mind are-
one time, as a teenager, I was home alone. I seen a spider creeping across the floor. What did I do? I "called a friend." Yep. He came over and dealt with it.
I can't bring myself to killing them. Don't confuse me with someone who feels bad for stepping on spiders, I just can't muster up the courage to do it.
Every morning, when I open up my front door to walk to school, I grab a shoe and wave it up and down in front of me so I don't walk into a web. When I come home at night, I do the same thing.
If I am working out in the yard, I do the same thing. I grab a stick and wave it all around the areas where spiders would be. I probably look like a freak.
I have not great eyesight, but for some reason, I have this ultra sensitive "spider radar" I will be looking straight ahead, and see one out of the corner of my eye.
Another thing I have so often, are dreams. I have woken up in the middle of jumping out of bed, thinking there's a spider on my pillow. Or like the other night I steamrolled over my DH like an insane woman, because I thought a spider was coming down from the ceiling on a web directly in front of my eyes. Lately, once I am up and out of bed, I realize that I am dreaming, but I used to make him turn on the light and search the bed. It always seems so real to me.
Well, that's my spider story.