I've never liked spiders. I've always dreaded them getting tangled in my hair with their webs. The huge one I saw in the bathroom mirror crawling up the front of my nightdress when I was in my mid-teens produced a scream that is still echoing round the world.
When I started gardening, I foundI could tolerate spiders better, as long as they were not in danger of getting on me.
A couple of months ago, on two occasions, I picked up a spider because there was no alternative. Now, with my new-found bravery, I find I love the look of really big, hairy spiders, and I want to touch one.
But then, they don't scuttle around at breakneck speed and lurk under the bed waiting to creep on you in your sleep.
They say most people swallow a spider in their sleep at some time in their lives.



Sweet dreams!