I had been afraid of spiders, or any bug with long legs, for my entire life. Then, my college years living outside of the
dorms began. A first, I was pleased with the place my Craigslist roommate found. Then, first time it rained, I spied a
spider on the wall.
“Kill it!” I shrieked to my roommate.
“Why? It’s not hurting us,” he said.
Turned out, he was right. The bugs weren’t dangerous, so we didn’t bother them. Besides, I was usually too drunk or
high to notice them. By the end of junior year, I had conquered my arachnophobia.
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