i used to have a tarantula. her name was rosy because she was pink. i would play with jumping spiders and collect daddy long legs. now? whenever i even THINK of them, i panic. i sweat. i get the shakes. you know, the works. i saw one yesterday and i froze. i closed my eyes and let the fear wash over me i spent a good minute breathing to fast and thinking to slow. i saw them for the rest of the day. now theyre always there, always watching. or at least in my head they are.