As much as I love the summer time, it brings one of my biggest fears to the forefront.
I hate them. Alot.
My ceiling was covered in moving black spots. Baby spiders. Hundreds of them.
Now I am sure that my imagination has exaggerated the number. I'm sure. But to this day, I occassionally have nightmares where I am walking through rooms or hallways, with spiders dropping from the ceiling into my hair. It is horrifying.
I try to be brave for my kids. I don't want them to adopt my fears. I don't want to freak them out.