Facing My Fear
I’m can’t begin to tell you how excited and nervous I was taking these photos. When I spotted this spider stalking it’s prey, I knew I had to grab my camera. My hands were clammy and my stomach was doing flips, but that was to be expected as I was facing my fear.
Logic tells me that the odds are in my favour if it came to one on one combat with this (and most other) spiders, but there is nothing logical about fear. Snakes, lizards, rats and mice don’t bother me one bit, but put me in a room with a spider and I freeze with terror.
I can feel my body go into survival mode, my breathing slows, my senses heighten and I can’t avert my eyes from the threatening creature (it’s the same with moths, expect when one
attacks bops me, I will run for the hills).
Since spending a couple of years in South Africa I have become slightly better, as the spiders out there are the size of small (and some of them not so small) mammals and where we were there were plenty of them. The hours I’ve wasted in a ‘stand off’ with a spider is nobody’s business, but as I see it if I don’t avert my eyes I know exactly where the spider is… And just for the record, I never kill or have anyone else kill spiders (I couldn’t live with myself), I just won’t share my living space with them.
Facing My Fear
When I saw this spider moving in on it’s prey, I knew I had to grab my camera.
The spider was making moves around the fly, almost as if it wasn’t sure what to do next.
I’m not sure what the spider was doing here, but I think it was trussing up it’s dinner with a bit of silk.
Facing my fear, I managed to move in a little closer.
Once the spider had secured it’s prey, it dragged it back to its hole.
Quite fascinating don’t you think?
I must admit that just editing these photos made my toes curl. Isn’t fear irrational?
Do you have an irrational fear? What is it?
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