Gaaaaah, I’m less freaked out by a horribly murdered decaying corpse on CSI than by seeing a goddamn spider on my TV. Especially the big ones, oh god. Spiders catch bats now, did you know that? They’re bigger than my dog! And they’re everywhere.
I thankfully haven’t seen as many spiders as I expected to since moving to Hawaii, and it turns out tarantulas are not native to the islands, and in fact prohibited, just like snakes, which I am considerably less freaked out by. The Department of Agriculture has a big wall of preserved animal seizures, and the only good tarantula is a dead tarantula, so I kind of love that gross wall.
But when I was in the hospital last year, my nurse told me about how she got caught in a rainstorm and ran to her car, and when she got in and went to brush back her hair, there was a tarantula in her palm and she threw up.
And I see shit like spiders learning to work together in places like Texas and covering an acre of trees with web and if I ever saw that in real life, I might have an aneurysm on the spot.