I’m going to tell you about the time I stepped out of my comfort zone and prevented a potential regret. You know the ones, the regrets that stay in the back of your mind that start with ‘I wish I had…’.
About this time last year I was in Vanuatu for the first time with my family on a holiday to make memories. Yes, we were that family that stuck out like a sore thumb as tourists taking pictures of everything. And I mean everything.
So we went on a tour of a native Vanuatu village. It was absolutely beautiful.
When I got into a clearing, I realised a little too late that there were huge spider webs. Everywhere. And attached to those huge spiders webs were huge native spiders that were about the size of my hand. Not poisonous though, apparently. Seeing how frightened we were, the locals started tickling the spiders. I mean why would you do that? That will just antagonise them and then they will eat me. The locals insisted, however, that the spiders were harmless.
I am deathly afraid of spiders, so I don’t have any idea why I did what I did next.
I crept up behind one of the spiders that was closest to me so he couldn’t see, and after about 2 mins, maybe 5 of hesitation and uhming and ahhing, I touched him on the bum and then ran away incase he came to eat me. Like on the bum. Turns out that a spiders bum isn’t actually his bum so I hope I didn’t hurt him.
But I conquered my fear and I survived.
Don’t get me wrong, I still hate spiders and eep when I see them, but I’m so proud that I voluntarily tried to face my fear.
I won’t post a picture of the spider incase anyone is afraid like me, but this was the location.
The colours everywhere were marvellous, I was in awe the whole time.
I didn’t get a picture of me touching the spider and no one saw me (like seriously) so no one really believes me, but I did it and I know I did it so that’s all that matters to me. I can honestly say that I touched a really big spider and survived.