Spiders and I don’t see eye-to-eye… at least, not unless I walk head first into one, which I almost did last night. I don’t know how I missed it on the way outside, but as I was about to go back in through the door I jolted to a sudden stop as a huge spider (and 3” across is a monster to me) clung to the doorjamb right at eye level.
Instead of busily doing what industrious spiders normally do, she chose to hover there and take in the view of our family room through the glass door. A gigantic eight-legged peeping Tom!
Since I live in the country I love seeing the wildlife in its place. However, I take offence at any that get too close to my space. I don’t like bugs that try to trade their domain for mine.
Which is why I used a piece of firewood to capture and fling that spider back to the garden where she belonged. (Oh, I guess I have to be truthful here. Actually I flattened him. When I feel threatened I react rather violently. My apologies to those who think all of God’s little creatures should be protected.)
It’s also why I discouraged a nest of baby spiders from thinking they were going to adopt a corner of the deck as their personal nursery. I don’t care what their Momma told them. They’re not welcome here. They may be tiny now but I don’t want to have to cope with them when they grow up.
When it comes to most wildlife I have a live-and-let-live policy. With spiders… not so much. It’s not exactly a phobia. It’s just the way I am. I. Detest. Spiders.
What about your characters? Do they have pet peeves or irrational fears that affect how they react in certain situations?