Sometimes you have to wonder..

Do you ever find yourself looking at someone and thinking,
"Seriously? What ARE you thinking? What on earth made you think THAT was a good idea?"

It might be something that they are wearing, something they are doing, it could be anything really.

Long story short, I don't have the best relationship with my biological father. He was absent for all intensive purposes the entire time I was growing up and that remains the same. I will get the occasional "Happy Birthday" or "Merry Christmas" text message but that's really the extent of our relationship.
When I was younger though, He would come and get me for a weekend every couple months and I cannot even count the number of times I have looked at him and asked myself those questions.

One time in particular will forever be burned into my brain. It is something that I will carry with me for the rest of my life, it affected me that strongly.

I'm not 100% sure how old I was, but somewhere around the tender age of 5, in an attempt to spend some 'quality' father/daughter time, he decided that we should watch one of his favorite movies......

Arachnaphobia

I only wish I was kidding.
I mean, really? All the movies in the world and he picks that one?

Do you have any idea what seeing thousands of killer spiders coming out of a shower faucet and onto some poor woman's head does to a 5 year old girl?

I wouldn't shower for a month! Baths only, and I wouldn't get in until the faucet was turned off.

To this day, I have a crazy fear of spiders. I hate them, with a passion.
Like crawl up on a chair and squeal like a little girl, fear of them.


Not very long ago, I was sitting at my computer desk when I saw something move across the floor out of the corner of my eye. I glanced that way and of course, there he was. My ultimate fear and the hubby was not home.

So here's my dilemma.
He's stopped, in the middle of the living room floor. Staring at me.
I know he was trying to figure out how he could kill me, he's been chasing me since I was 5 after all.
Here's what I also know, If I scream and he runs off. Then he is loose. IN MY HOUSE. To come after me while I sleep, but let's face it, he would have had to wait a couple days cause there was no way I would be sleeping knowing that a tarantula was crawling around.

So I roll up a magazine, ready to attack and save myself, when I think, "What if I miss?"

That's when I realize that I have to be a little more pro-active, I have to ensure that he will not come after me, even if I miss.
I quickly glanced around and saw my gardening supplies by the front door. Insect killer! In a spray bottle, no less.

So I snuck over, grabbed the bottle and then doused him in it...

while standing on top of the couch, of course.