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Last week I was emptying some chipboard out of the car at the tip, which had been left in the front garden for a couple of weeks. I felt something on my hand which I thought was probably a big bug of some description.
I turned my hand and looked down and it was a massive spider. Not with huge legs, they were only small. But the body was a massive bulbous thing like a small golf ball. I kept turning my hand as it walked about so it stayed on the top and didn't fall off, I walked over to the hedge and allowed it to walk into the hedge.
We tolerate spiders in the house, until they reach a certain size, because I hate mosquito bites, and spiders are the most effective way of guaranteeing you have no mosquito bites. When the spiders get too big, we catch them in a glass and drop them out of a window.
My phobia is not living until I die. The idea of having some crippling illness or becoming an incoherent, confused, dribbling vegetable, sat in a chair all day terrifies me.
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