Aaaaaaaahraignée

 I thought that my arachnophobia had eased up over time. Why, I actually did manage to drop a book on an enormous Tegenaria without screaming for help first! (let's just ignore the fact that I still haven't picked up the book for fear of seeing the monster's remains) And I have no problem with small spiders (let's say, smaller than my pinkie nail).

But when I find a spider crawling on the walls, I still have to stare at it until it settles in a hunting spot or I snap and kill it (yes, I know I shouldn't do that, and certainly the anguish you begin to feel after fifteen minutes of wondering what it'll do next is no excuse). And despite my certitude that jumping spiders are not to be found in Île-de-France suburbs, I just can't pass in front of them. You never know what they'll do.

At least now I have a cat to sic on them, but sometimes they're too high even for him to reach. (more evidence that Nougat is the perfect cat: he loves catching spiders)