I’ll start off by saying I don’t care who is BU - I’m going to stubbornly say DH is…
I’m 9 months pregnant, we are just coming to the end of a long renovation period. Trying to save money so are doing all our own panelling etc. OH is in the garage (it’s a detached out building that is well known to be a spiders paradise and for this reason I only go in under duress.
Husband asked me to help him speed up the process of cutting the wood by handing the pieces to him so he can cut the angles. He prefaced this request by saying “I know you don’t like being in here, but it will be quicker if you hand me the wood from the floor”. I acknowledge I don’t like being in there but sure I’ll help.
I ask him to hand me the pile of wood from the floor so I don’t have to keep bending down, as soon as he hands me the wood, a spider pops off it dangling on a web and in the dark/little light we have, I see lots of legs flailing about. My instinctive reaction is to give a blood curdling scream, throw the wood down in haste and run from the garage shouting “sorry you’re on your own”.
DH’s response is clearly pissed off, shouting “for fucks sake, it’s just a fucking spider”, “thank you very much for damaging the wood I’ve spent the afternoon cutting”. I respond it’s his fault for summoning me to the spider palace knowing full well I am likely to irrationally and instinctively lose my shit if a spider enters my personal space.
So go on mumsnet, who is BU, me or DH? :D
I am aware my phobia of spiders is ridiculous but it’s a phobia, I’m 31 years old and doubt it will ever go away. Though if you’re reading this and don’t mind 8 legged monsters yourself, I’m very jealous of your bravery!