Posted by sean on September 28, 2014 at 11:41 am in Spiders with No Comments

As you will all know, I don’t like spiders. Little ones I can deal with. It’s those massive house spiders, which run across the floor while you’re watching TV which I can’t stand. The weird thing is, I have no issue with daddy-long-legs.

While we were away on holiday at Butlins, there was a huge daddy-long-legs in our apartment. Claire, who bravely dealt with the spider in our house last week, did not like the flying insect at all. I was able to place a glass over it and let it go, without any peril.

It got me thinking – daddy-long-legs are as big as house spiders, they look like house spiders, and when they crawl, they move a bit like house spiders. Why do I have no fear of them?

If you were to ask me, what would make a house spider more frightening, I would say that giving them wings and the power of flight, would add to my phobia. Daddy-long-legs are basically my worst nightmare, but I have no fear. OK, OK, daddy-long-legs are insects, with just 6 legs, but there is something messed up in my brain somewhere.

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