Spiders for me. I quite like moths- heh. Spiders haunt me, though. Actually, I think they really do- more often than not I tend to wake up in the morning convinced there's a spider on my face. I jerk awake like a mentalist, slapping at it. Amusingly, sometimes the beast is elsewhere, and once, while on the verge of waking, I delivered a hard slap to my wife's head convinced she had a spider on it.
Not-so-amusingly when she originally came to this side of the planet, she DID have spiders in her hair- her pet tarantulas, stored in tubes, hidden in her hair to smuggle them in.
I also have a terror of putting down a book if I'm on chapter 13, or if the page I finish on has a 13 in its number. I have to stop at the end of chapter 11 (so 13s not next) or read on to the end of chapter 14- and nowhere in between. Interetsingly, in no other aspect of my life does the number 13 worry me. It's only books.
I'm mental, me.
Sigh.
Steev
Not-so-amusingly when she originally came to this side of the planet, she DID have spiders in her hair- her pet tarantulas, stored in tubes, hidden in her hair to smuggle them in.
I also have a terror of putting down a book if I'm on chapter 13, or if the page I finish on has a 13 in its number. I have to stop at the end of chapter 11 (so 13s not next) or read on to the end of chapter 14- and nowhere in between. Interetsingly, in no other aspect of my life does the number 13 worry me. It's only books.
I'm mental, me.
Sigh.
Steev
