Just fell to pieces. There was a huge huntsman in my DD's room. I tried to hide my fear in front of her because I don't want her to think she needs to be scared, but I was sweating and shaking the whole time I was trying to catch him. It's an hour later now and I'm still shaking. I feel sick. My heart is racing. Everywhere I look I'm afraid there will be another.
I haven't even been back into her bedroom yet to finish tidying because I'm scared there will be another one.
I've lived here for years now. I've had deadly snakes in my house that I've managed to deal with calmly. I've cheerfully taken photos of huge saltwater crocodiles sitting on the embankment. I tut at cockroaches and then amble off to get the raid spray. I'm normally the level headed one in my house. But huntsman? I just can't deal with them. Whenever I see one I am utterly panick stricken. I don't feel in control of my actions. It's ridiculous.
I'm so ashamed. I will never forgive myself if my DD inherits my phobia. Can someone please give me a huge kick up the arse? I need to knock this on the head, but I don't know how.