That's right.

I don't like little eight-legged buggies. I like big eight-legged buggies even less. So much so that it's hard for me to be in the same room with someone who's talking about them. If there's a picture of one on tv, I have to turn my head and trust a friend to tell me when the scene is over. And yes, even seeing the word freaks me out. Why? It could be because I opened a book once to find a rather large specimen had been squished in there. Freaked? Yes. A lot? Oh yeah.

And I've only described situations that are about them. Imagine what happens when I'm actually faced with one. *shudder* Damn my overactive imagination.