When I was getting ready to start 6th grade in Lake Jackson, my mom bought a house that was located on the edge of some woods. That was a magnet to me even before we'd fully moved in. I was out there exploring, walking with a stick that I'd picked up. Spider webs everywhere, but I'd managed to avoid them. No fear of them, just didn't want to get in those strands of webbing.
Then there was a big-ass tree that I decided I wanted to climb, but there was this spider web in the way. It was a banana spider. I used the stick to knock his web out of the way, and actually touched the spider with the stick. And that motherf***r grabbed onto the stick and was making a beeline for my hand before I dropped the stick. That was the day I developed arachnophobia.
Several times over the years growing up in that house, I encountered big, nasty spiders. Stepped into the shower early one morning prior to getting to school for an out-of-town tennis match, stepped on a damn spider. Senior year of high school, the middle of a night before I had a test in first period, something crawling on my leg under my sheets. My mom and sister was awakened that night to the most bizarre sight and sound of me in my underwear ripping sheets off the bed, flipping the mattress, screaming something about killing that motherf****n spider.
I believe it was 1990 when the movie Archnaphobia came out. It is now 2020 and I still have never seen that movie. Shelob in Lord of the Rings caused me to look away from the screen a bunch, but curiously I had no issues with the spider sequence in the Hobbit movie.
Finally, I bought a house in Pecan Grove (Richmond) about 20 years ago. There was one of those green electrical boxes in the back yard, and one day I'm back there cleaning out some debris left by the previous homeowner. There was a rusted out bed of a wheelbarrow. I happened to see this big, chameleon-like spider, and thought, I'll kill that SOB with one of these bricks sitting here. I tossed a brick, and that mofo jumped out of the way. Rinse and repeat with the same results. I only tried a couple times, then picked up a broom and swept him away, and finished my clean-up work. So flash forward several months. I'm in the back yard spraying the eves for bugs, wearing a big plastic face shield. I'm looking up as I'm spraying this stuff through the pump-up sprayer with the long wand, and I kid you not, that same freaking spider jumped away from where it must have been sitting between the fascia boarding and the gutters. Looked like a scene out of Alien, this freakish spider jumping right toward my head. I stepped aside, watched it land on the grass near my feet, then let him have it with the bug spray.
I don't think I can say just how much I hate spiders.