Kel Sha,
Geromino, you guessed it. He is terrifined of anything with more than 4 feet! When he was three, I was rebuilding one of the terrace walls at my parents' home that had collapsed from too much rain and age. As I was pulling out some of the stones to restack them to get an even wall several large cockroaches ran out. He screamed and climbed on my shoulders. And screamed to be taken in to "Gammy" and "Gampa". He didn't like any explaination that their home was the ground and Mommy had disturbed them and they weren't going to hurt him.
His attitude hasn't changed with age or size. But last week he told me that he stepped on a spider when the class was screaming about one that got inside. (He was in a mixed 7th and 8th grade algebra class~ he is in the eighth grade) He really made a story about how everyone was afraid and screeming and how Big Bad Asgard stepped on the nasty mean spider to save his class, even though he was not happy about it. I asked him how he could do that, as I am usually the one (if 'horse' doesn't eat it first) to remove creepy crawlies,
and I finally drew forth that he did it because a seventh grader ~ a girl, Mom, a girl!~ had gotten a tissue and was going to get it that way.
I just can't believe this is the same child that wanted to hold a Giant Madagascar Hissing Roach... until he heard the world roach... or held giant walking sticks at the children's museum on his hand with wonder in his eyes!
Hope you are laughing, too!
Kree sha!