Grossly Arachnophobic

(I’m playing at a creek with a friend when I find the largest fishing spider I’ve ever seen sitting on the rock by the water where a bunch of minnows are swimming. I adore spiders.)

Me: “[Friend], look! I found a spider! Isn’t she beautiful?”

(My friend walks over, takes one look at it, and smashes it with one of her flip flops, then knocks its body into the water. I’m currently in too much shock to form a response.)

Friend: “If you hadn’t told me it was there, it would still be alive. Now you’ve learned for next time.”

(She did things like this many times over the years, knowing well enough that it would upset me. Unsurprisingly, several years later we had a huge falling out and I refuse to even speak her name now.)