DEAR EDITOR:
When first picking up the Gilroy Dispatch from my parent’s
kitchen table, my heart jumped into my throat as I read the
words,
”
Spider Season
”
in big bolded letters.
DEAR EDITOR:
When first picking up the Gilroy Dispatch from my parent’s kitchen table, my heart jumped into my throat as I read the words, “Spider Season” in big bolded letters. As I opened the paper and read Debbie Farmer’s article “Who’s afraid of a little spider?” The first thing that came to my mind was, I AM! After reading Ms. Farmer’s article, I just had to let her know that she is not alone in being afraid of itty-bitty little spiders.
Growing up, I remember countless occasions of walking into the bathroom and seeing a little daddy long-legs taking up the entire bottom of the bathtub so as to scare the begebees out of me. Luckily I was blessed with a father that would come to my rescue as he so bravely turned on the shower to make that bad little spider go down the shower drain. And if it wasn’t that simple, again my brave and heroic father would get a tissue, shoe or what ever else was handy and kill the repulsive little beast to its doom; only to have one of its family members come to invade our privacy to avenge his cousin’s death. A never ending vicious cycle that left me and my sisters calling (or more like yelling) for our father when ever we were invaded by one of the eight legged freaks. Hopefully when I get married my husband will be just as brave and heroic as my father and come to my rescue to kill or “handle” our arachnid problem.
So to conclude and explain why I just had to share this tid-bit of information; Debbie, just know that you are not alone when it comes to being afraid of the local spiders living in the dark corners of everyone’s closets.
Hope your husband’s as brave as my daddy.
HOPE N. CERDAN, Gilroy
Submitted Monday, June 16
