I am a recovering arachnophobe. I don’t know when or how I became so terrified of spiders, but it was completely irrational. I remember driving down a busy major artery in Calgary (Memorial Drive for those who are familiar with Calgary) and making my husband pull over to kill a spider that was no bigger than my thumbnail. It was hanging from a web on the passenger window of our Honda Civic; I was in the passenger seat. I couldn’t escape and I was nearly crawling out of my skin trying to pull myself away from the slowly . . .
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