Spiders

When I was really young I wasn't scared of anything. I would eat worms, I would "cuddle" the vicious dog our neighbours owned, and I would catch spiders because I liked them. Yes, I know, I can't believe it either.
One dat when I was very young (I think I was around four or five years old) I was in my brother's room. We were playing with his power rangers, until we suddenly saw a black spot on the wall. It was a spider that was about the size of my brother's head (he was ten and had a very big head). Of course we ran downstairs to get my mom and she killed it. I spent the rest of the day telling myself all spiders would become even bigger than that one, so when they were hungry they had no other choice than to eat me. As a result, I am still terrified of spiders.
The last few years I tried to overcome my fear several time, but nothing seemed to really work. I can kill the tiny ones and sometimes I even dare to be in the same room as a bigger one. However, when I see a spider that's bigger than the size of the nail on my pinky toe someone else has to take it away from me.
I don't know why I told you this wonderful story about my life. I did just kill one of those creepy eightlegged crawlers though, and secretly I am a bit proud every time I do so. Do other people have that feeling too, or is it really just me acting weird again?

Love, Sarah