Spiders

Spiders. They're really not all that bad, and I honestly don't mind them that much most of the time.

The exception is when they're either in my room, or moving fast towards my room. Because for some odd reason, I dislike having lots of spiders lurking in the piles of stuff in my room. Crazy, right? (sarcasm hand is raised.) So when I find a spider in my room, I feel obligated to kill it. If I find one anywhere else in the house, I just leave them, because they just don't worry me.

When they're in my room is when we see my problem. I can't kill them. I can not. I can't even vacuum them up. It's far too stressful! Squishing them is almost impossible for me to do, and vacuuming them up isn't much better. Usually I hover over it for a couple minutes, trying to gather up the courage to kill it, and also trying to not hyperventilate, before I finally bite the bullet and kill it. It also usually involves quite a bit of "Aaaahhhhh!!! Aaaahhhh!!! I can't! Aaaahhh!"

Wow, I'm just really wimpy about killing bugs in general. I can't kill snails either. I dislike snails a bit more than spiders, but really, I don't care terribly much about their existence. Until I have to squish them. *shudder*