Spiders.  I have a few amusing stories about that.  Like when I was in high school and visiting my gram up north.  "When did you become afraid of spiders?"  Even mum looked at her like she was crazy.  For as long as I can remember I've been silly scared of the eight-legged freaks.  I mean, I'm glad they eat bugs and all that, and as long as they do it out of my sight, I'm fine.  But if I see them, I wig out.  Sometimes it's worse than others but I usually can't bring myself to get close enough to them to kill them.  And they must die.  I'm all for peace but I can't stand the thought of a spider being in the same building as me alive.  I told you... silly scared.  Which reminds me of the time I had a big ol' spider in my bathtub.  Now I can look back at the situation and laugh my ass off... but at the time it was a huge deal and I about had a mental breakdown.  If your curiousity must be sastisfied, I posted it HERE.