Pam Brittain's Wednesday challenge (I really don't have time for this Pam) was to create a post about Arachnophobia.
"I remember when Mary Lou said.............I don't like spiders and snakes And that ain't what it takes to love me" are lines from a song written in 1974 by Jim Stafford & David Bellamy. The song was a great song that I listened to when I was a High School Sophomore, great tune, fun message and all that but some sixteen years later it was more than a fun song for me. It was my theme song. When I entered my truck I entered it singing "I don't like spiders and snakes......". When I entered homes of people who I did not know and actually paid me to enter their homes I would sing "I don't like spiders and snakes.............."
I was paid as a hired killer. I killed thousands even hundreds of thousands yet I never went to jail, never went to court and never even had my photo in the United States Post Office. The thing is I didn't just kill one type of being. I killed several types even hundreds and thousands of different types, yet I was never a bad person. I was a good person though I smelled of chemicals a lot. Using chemicals were usually how I killed best. I was good at what I did and I liked doing it.
It wasn't that I was incognito in anyway. I wore a uniform and head covering. My truck had a sample of what I killed on both of my doors, at least first glance it seemed that way but what was on my doors were sort of trophies but more of a bass relief advertising. On my doors were two three foot wide Arachnopods with red hour glasses on the abdomen of each spider. I was a bug man and killed everything from roly polies to rats, from ticks to tarantulas though I hated to kill them as they were so friendly. I killed mice, fleas and ants. I especially killed roaches and spiders. All of them I guaranteed that they would be dead or I would come back for a second attack.
There wasn't any bug I was terrified of except for the spiders on my truck. "I don't like Spiders and snakes especially not on my truck doors. Every time I drove my truck in and around Santa Barbara, tourists would follow me taking my picture next to one of the bodacious black widow spiders. After a few weeks of the clicks and flashes of cameras I began to hear the clicks and see the flashes in my dreams. What followed this in my dreams were tourists in spider suits and me with my can of spray just fixin to spray their cameras but just when I got to the good part I always woke up.......sigh finally my arachnophobia got to be too much for me. I had to put my gloves, and chemicals away and move on to a safer job as a driving instructor......help.
Pam that's two in a row this has got to stop, I have too much to do but it was fun to write this post.