Can you say “Arachnophobia”?
: pathological fear or loathing of spiders
As many of you already know, Jackson has a
mild case of arachnophobia. <- That’s just a big word that means he can spot a spider from ten feet away, in the dark, with his sunglasses on (true story, btw). Once the spider is spotted he proceeds through increasing levels of hysteria until said spider is pulverized. Nothing short of complete annihilation will suffice.
That said, I can’t say I’m surprised when he adamantly refuses to believe the ‘Itsy-Bitsy spider’ goes up the spout again. Nor did it faze me when I nearly ran off the road after he spotted a spider on the front windshield and went berserk in the backseat.
I did, however, almost lose it when he came in the kitchen one day yelling about a spider in my bedroom. After listening carefully to his garbled sentences and wild gestures, I was able to discern there to be the Godzilla of all spiders in front of the bathroom door, blocking his path to the potty.
I readied my tissue and entered the room… but there was no spider to be found. I thought it had escaped but Jackson continued to point at a spot on the floor and insist it was there.
So I got down on my hands and knees…
And then I retrieved a magnifying glass from the drawer…
And sure enough!