I'll be completely honest, having arachnophobia is the most terrifying thing in the world. Not only are you afraid of the really really big spiders, but you are afraid of the tiny ones too. Even the babies. Those scary little spawns of the devil.

So naturally, you can see why when somebody says, "hold my pet tarantula because I trust you with her," is heart-stopping.

Well, not too long ago, I went to go play putt-putt with my family. At this specific putt-putt establishment, they had a little zoo set up with a bunch of cool jungle animals there. While looking at the different glass containers I came across a set of them that had white wispy threads running across them. My hair stood up on my arms and my pulse quickened. I knew exactly what was in these containers. And it scared the crap out of me to even look at them. The thought of the only thing separating me from those vermin was one layer of glass. A layer of glass that could easily be broken by a flying putt-putt ball from a kid who just whacked it way too hard because he has no idea how to play golf or even hold a putter correctly. I backed away very quickly.

At that moment, the guy who had been taking care of the creatures came out from the back and noticed how I looked at the three containers staring me in the face and cunningly smiled at me. "Arachnophobia eh?" he said with a quizzical brow. "The worst," I replied with a chuckle. He then said, "Hold on for a second would ya?" and went back into the door that lead to all the containers with their multiple creatures in them. I knew what was about to occur and I did not like it one bit because out of the door came the man, holding this mother-loving huge tarantula. And it was huge. Not just huge, it was the King Kong of all spiders huge.

The guy turned to me as I backed away. He said, "This is my pet spider. She is really really important to me and I don't want you to hurt her. Before you freak out, can I teach you about her?" I couldn't reply because my eyes were glued to the thing that was in his hands. I nodded my head. He started to talk about his spider and what it could do and most of it I didn't hear until he brought it closer to me. I jumped back. "Woah, hey, it's okay, I got her. Do you wanna just touch her for me? She feels like silk and she won't hurt you. I'll do it with you." At this point, I was frozen. He had asked me to put out my finger, but I couldn't. He carefully reached for my hand and put it on the spider's butt. I had begun to cry and shake.

He looked at me and said "now was that so bad?" Then he looked at my brother and asked, "would you like to hold her?" My brother eagerly held out his hands and he put the spider in them. The spider snuggled up and curled her legs into the middle of his cupped hands. "Oh she likes you," he said. He grabbed the spider and turned to me. "Oh no, I can't. Please don't," I said to him. He walked closer to me. "I trust you with my best friend. If you drop her you will break her exoskeleton and she will bleed to death. I trust you," and with one swift motion he dropped the spider into my hands.

Time seemed to have stopped because I couldn't breathe. Nor could I get rid of the creature in my hands. It's eyes stared at me and I stared right back. I thought for a brief moment, "wow this creature isn't that bad." Then, the spider started to crawl up my arms. I got so freaked out, yet couldn't move or scream. I didn't want to drop and kill it. However, it kept moving up my arms like it was ready to eat my face off. Before I had the chance to start crying again, the guy whisked the spider off of my arms and it was over. I had done it. I had actually faced my fear and let a big ass spider crawl all over me. Now, I can fully take on the world. Except those baby spiders, they still freak me out.