@WR – I went with trepidation myself, not sure how it would be, but it really is fascinating. They’re our bodies you know? It’s neat to lift the veil of hazy supposition and see reality.

I too am much more comfy with outdoor critters, seems like they belong out there more, but when they invade my personal space – watch out!

I’m funny with bugs. I’m paralyzed by their presence in the house but not bothered by them outdoors. I don’t know what that’s all about. It’s certainly weird. Maybe I’m comfortable with the idea that I have a huge space available to me outdoors should I need to bolt…:)

I totally know we’re spoiled in AB, and am actually scared of better climates and their subsequent insect situation. I totally think if I were in your shoes I’d just suck it up and get better at it too, but until then each new summer will bring new shrieks.

Good for you – if bribery works, it’s often the best way to get ‘er done! It was totally fascinating indeed, and although I’m not sure I’d enjoy the morgue, I definitely enjoyed the amazing exhibit. We sure are fragile and crammed full of stuff.

I used to be afraid of bugs when I lived in Edmonton. The smallest spider would freak me out. But then I moved to North Carolina, and I’m WAY less afraid of most bugs. There are some crazy, dangerous, large and gross bugs here, that you’re less afraid of the run of the mill ones. Sort of like Crocodile Dundee “That’s not a knife….THIS is a knife”. Not to mention the nasty snakes. I was totally spoiled in Alberta, and I didn’t even know it LOL

I’m sorry your boyfriend hurt himself Sounds like you had a lot of work to do!

I’m known around here as being The Roadkill Inspector. I love looking at weird creatures, their behavior, and other odd things, yes, even roadkill. I keep pestering my husband to take me to Walter Reed in DC where they keep the human oddities and anomalies in formaldehyde for visitors to observe and study. He won’t take me. I don’t think he’s fun….

There is no rhyme or reason for it, and I actually have no problems with the spiders who want to weave a web and sit there quietly. In the spirit of quid pro quo I’m perfectly willing to leave them alone if they return the favor. Sadly most spiders in my yard are large fast vagabonds. They suntan on rocks and hide in the grass by the garden bed. They are speedy and have no concept that I am bigger and scarier. They run, I scream.