Nah I could care less about snakes.

Here's why I'm scared of spiders.

I was between 6 and 8 as far as I can remember. I'm walking into the living room from my bedroom, and I see a spider in the floor. This is a big motherfucking spider, okay? Anyway, I run to my room and get a shoe. I then proceed into the hallway to hit the spider with the shoe. All is going as planned until I smash the spider.

Literally hundreds of tiny baby spiders came out of it. They went everywhere. I was like AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!

To add to the trauma of that instance, I lived in that house until I was almost 19. I knew there were spiders in the house. There just had to be with how many I saw that day. I do see spiders in the house sometimes, though it's not very often. Still, I know they are waiting for me.

What is it they say about silence being golden?