So, for some reason, insects make me want to vomit.

Like, I actually gag. Dry heave. I get the heeby cheebies. My skin starts crawling. I’m rendered unable to speak (well, I sort of squeal and whine). I mean, I really can’t stand insects – mostly large ones.

I have no idea why I’m like that, but insects just cause this physical reaction from me. I know it’s weird. Those damn gigantic cicadas are out right now, and I fear for my life every time I walk out my front door at night. They are attracted to our porch light.

Neal flicked one off our screen door and it screeched as it flew away. I threatened that if it was still there when we got home, I was going to go in the back door. Trust.

I mean, those things are huge, like the size of my index finger. My stomach is churning right now just thinking about them. Seriously.

So, please understand the BRAVERY, COURAGEOUSNESS, and all around DISREGARD FOR MY LIFE that I displayed while taking the following pictures.

Behold, a very large spider, with his bundled up prey, on its web in our back yard.

That’s as close as I was willing to go. And I was lightheaded after taking these. If you click on the pictures, you can see the pictures larger. I don’t really want to, but you might, haha.

It’s amusing, because I worked at a pet store for about 3 years in high school/college. I had to count crickets to sell for people’s reptiles, but that didn’t bother me. We sold hissing cockroaches, but I actually thought those were cool.

Also, Neal said insects freak him out a little, too. But he said he’s less freaked out when I’m around since I go batshit crazy. So, I’m glad I can make the hubby feel manly.