I’m linking up with Jaime from The Oliver’s Mad House, for her Monday Magic Moments. She has a lovely blog, and this is going to be a fun and interesting linky. Why don’t you join in? You can find more on the linky on her blog or click on the button at the bottom.
I was terrified of spiders, big ones, small ones, hairy ones, I did not like them. I would freak out if I knew one was in a room, and the thought of them made me anxious and sweaty. I think my fear stems from a small spider falling on my face, from a wall, when I was a child, and I had issues with them ever since. I know this is a common fear, and you are now wondering what on earth my magic moment is, but you will have to read on, to find out. This is an older magic moment, something I will remember forever.
When I first moved to London, to work as a nanny, I lived with a lovely family, who had a small cottage in their garden, which was where I resided at the end of my days work. It was perfect, except for ONE thing, it came with some seriously monstrous house spiders, that seemed to think they had a right to share my living space, and would scare the daylights out of me at frequent intervals. I would either have to get the Dad of the children I nannied for to come and get rid of them, or I would use a can of hairspray to spray them to death, then vacuum them up! (Yes, I know this is mean, please don’t send members of the Spider Lovers Society round to get me, I am reformed, I kill spiders no more)
It became a bit of a joke, my fear of these hairy beasties, and I used to dread spring and autumn, when they were most prevalent They are harmless, but are big, hairy, scuttle fast, and like to lurk and appear when you least expect them. Until one day, one of my friends, for my 21st birthday, sent me a voucher, for a Spider Therapy Course that she and some of my other mates had clubbed together to pay for me to attend.
I thought she had lost the plot, and was pulling my leg, and was totally aghast. I did NOT want to go, and have to face big hairy spiders! But when I rang them to book, the lady at the other end of the phone was so lovely, and reassuring, that I decided to give it a go, and went along.
Well, all I can say, is that it was amazing! They sat us down at a table, and brought out a HUGE red kneed spider, (like the one in the photo below) and showed her to us, and all ten of us attending the course that day, were totally freaked out, and horrified. She was called Rosie (sadly, she is dead now, the current spider who does the course is called Polly) we then had to introduce ourselves and say what made us afraid of spiders, and what triggered our fears. I won’t ramble on, but they did all sorts of things with us, breathing techniques, focusing on our fears and trying to rationalise them, we watched a TV programme on spiders and it was very interesting to see how clever, and actually quite useful they are, and learned some amazing facts about them.
At the end of the day, they brought Rosie back out again, and put her on the table, and encourage people to look at her, touch her, or just get close to her. I swallowed my fear, and put my hand out, and with her keeper holding my hand, allowed her to walk onto my hand and up my arm to my elbow. (The keeper had to hold my hand and arm, in case I freaked out and dropped her, spiders have an exo skeletal body structure, if I had dropped her, she may have been killed, or badly hurt)
It was an AMAZING feeling, she was very gentle and slow, and her feet tickled, and she didn’t seem at all bothered by me. She was actually quite beautiful, and serene and it was truly a magic moment! I held a massive, hairy, quite scary looking spider, and didn’t freak out, throw up, scream or try to run away! I am still not a huge lover of spiders, but they don’t freak me out, I can happily pick one up in a wine glass and despatch it outside, I can watch tv programmes with them in, and see pictures without being upset, and when we went to the zoo last year, Big Girl and I went to meet Polly, and it was so easy to face her, and tell Big Girl all about her, without turning into a sweaty nervous wreck. I would actually recommend the course, if you have a terrible fear of spiders, it certainly helped me. If I can hold a big hairy “wincey spidey” as Small Boy calls them, then anyone can!