I am deathly afraid of spiders. Not the "scream like a girl" kind of scared, but more like the "paralyzed with fear, creepy crawly for the rest of the day" kind of scared. I can't handle them. Okay, so the small ones aren't so bad. I can handle them. But the big ones with long hairy legs and bodies the size of small coins, I just can't deal with. (Don't even get me started on the time I found one crawling on me in my own bed!)
And every now and then, I walk down to my basement, and discover just such a disgusting creature. It's enough to make me vow never to walk down there shoeless again, lest I should actually step on one with my bare feet (shudder).
So for the last couple of months, I've almost been expecting to find one (or two, don't they come in pairs?) waiting to greet me. And it hasn't happened. Yet.
Now, every time I head downstairs, I'm on the lookout. I just know it will happen soon. It's bound to. And I'm trying to mentally prepare myself for it. Maybe I should start carrying around a can of mace, just in case.