Anger's Affect On Willingness To Kill/Be Around Spiders

I have arachnophobia, pure and simple (to the point where I can't use an image of a real spider in this article; I opt for the cartoon nondescript, 'no spiders allowed' sign). The thought alone of spiders makes me uneasy, let alone the sight of them or one somehow getting close enough to me to touch me. I think they are the most disgusting, vile things on our planet (other than pedophiles and child killers) and would go so far as to say that I imagine them conspiring to get back at me when I kill one.

I am completely uninterested in killing a spider, unless it's in my home. I'd rather just leave the vicinity (by miles or something). That said, I will kill one when it's in my home; this is because I won't be able to sleep until I know for a fact it's dead. I have found that one of the best methods for not being traumatized by this killing process is to already be angry and stressed beforehand. If there are other things that are pissing me off, I will already be an angry gorilla, so I will go down and Rambo the spider before it knows what's coming.

I was angry after a trip to the grocery store cost about $6,000,000 (I might be exaggerating the numbers a little bit) and when I came home, my girlfriend said to me "Babe, I don't want to freak you out, but there is a HUGE spider downstairs in the basement. I'm not even joking; it must be 'this' big (and she put her hand up to show me the size of the spider)". Since I was already in a bad mood, this just put me over the edge.

I, not giving an F about my fear, grabbed a shoe, went downstairs and was hoping the spider's family was there to see what I was about to do to it. I crushed the spider like a tyrant, opened the door to the other room in the basement, and started waving the shoe around screaming "You wanna play rough! Okay! This is my house. I'm Tony Montana; you fuck with me, you fuckin with the best! Don't come back here anymore, y'see?" (and I mixed movie lines cause it's fun). When I went back upstairs, I was oddly relaxed again, the anger from the grocery store having been channeled into my proud act of Arachnocide.