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Arachnophobia. Fear of Spiders.

Many are the types of spiders that inhabit our homes. Any nook or opening is an open invitation for them to come and stay in our warm sometimes-overheated rooms. Spiders have a varied diet and will catch most of the insects that crawl fly or fall into their webs.

Having told you a little about spiders in my opinion it is the female spider that is to be feared the most. Like all females she will carry a grudge with her and sooner or later the unfortunate one that has crossed her path will suffer for whatever the female spider has a grudge about.

Springtime and what most husbands hate the annual Spring clean. Walls ceilings and windows and floors all are treated to the housewives attacks in the form of cleanliness as a means of self-defence.

Out come long handles soft brooms unwieldy to say the least but in the hands of a housewife a very deadly weapon as my story will tell. It was always the front room that came first for this annual Spring-clean. Armed with the long handled broom the ceiling was attacked. Ah! That spider’s web that’s got rid of that did not see it before I will have to keep a better look out for such creatures in the future.

What the housewife did not notice was the small hole in the ceiling just above the Spider’s web. In this hole the female Spider had built a nest for her offspring.

The front room was really an ideal place for a spider’s web; hardly ever used, a quick look in to see that all was in order and only when a funeral or the Vicar from the local church came by was the front room ever used.

The Housewife was hardly out of the front room when the female spider started to rebuild the destroyed web. All the time that she was working, pictures of the Housewife flashed through her mind.

The offspring were growing fast and soon a small army of spiders were ready to invade the house to take revenge on the Housewife that had destroyed their home. Lines of young spiders were waiting for the front room door to open. Each had been instructed by the mother what he or she had to do to get even with the woman destroyer with the long handles broom.

The front room door opened. That was what they had all been waiting for. Mother Spider gave a signal and spiders appeared from all over the place and invaded every room in the house. The poor housewife had no chance the attack came after she had eaten her lunch. Spider after spider dropped down from the ceiling on to her hair they crawled with their many legs into her clothes on to her skin.  Each spider gave off a small dose of poison. Soon the woman had bites all over her body, she felt ill and called an ambulance. In the local hospital the antidote was soon injected and the lumps from the bites went back to normal.

The Housewife refused point blank not to return to her home. She was later admitted to a hospital for the mentally ill. Each day one of the staff must reassure her that there are no spiders in her room or indeed in the hospital itself it was a spider free home for the rest of her natural life.

No one has complained of spiders in the house since the woman was admitted to hospital and nothing was ever heard about the spider invasion.

I only heard about it when I met the woman in the hospital for the mentally ill while I was waiting to see my Psychiatrist. You see I am afraid of angels, I see them everywhere and my greatest fear is that they have come to take me to wherever it is one goes when one suddenly disappears from this Earth