I have been terrified of spiders since childhood. But they are still kind of neat to watch. From a distance. Great distance. Really great distance.
The Old Man’s family has a “cabin” (loosely defined) in the oak wooded foothills not too far away from us. Mid-fall is the time of year when all the tarantulas start their migrations looking for mates. These beasts are huge and you can even see them from the window of a swiftly moving vehicle.
I’m rather proud of myself. I’ve actually been able to get up close enough to take pictures of many of them. However, they are always from behind. There’s no way I can stand in the path of an oncoming tarantula. I’m mildly brave, not stupid!