Sunday, August 17, 2008

Arachnophobia, Self-Prescribed

Bug has decided that she is terrified of spiders. Weensy daddy longlegs elicit a piercing shriek if she spies one. A week ago, she passed right by them without a second glance. Today, on a family hike, she refused to cross a bridge on the trail because a dead (DEAD!) spider was laying in front of it.

Note: this is the same child that plucks cucumber beetles off of the birch tree and takes them into the pool to "swim" with her. So I'm really not buying the whole spiders-scare-me stance.

Me? I think she's bored, and this entertains her. Time for school, folks!

6 comments:

#1quiltinggrandma said...

Hard to understand. Guess it's just another phase.

#1quiltinggrandma said...

Hard to understand. Guess it's just another phase.

#1quiltinggrandma said...

Oops, I have not idea what happened with my comment being posted twice.

#1quiltinggrandma said...

Our Bug is extremely creative, a by-product of being extremely bright. Enjoy it! Grandpa

Nana said...

You were the same way, my dear - totally freaked out, screaming and all, when you saw a bug. Thank God you got over that before Bug was born! :)

jenn said...

Yeah, I guess I do remember being freaked by all the spiders when we moved to California. And I do remember a particularly hideous moment when several earwigs crawled out from under my bike seat while I was riding it. Ew.