I know, I know. It’s completely irrational, but it’s the truth: I am scared of spiders.

I can’t pinpoint exactly when this irrational fear began. I grew up with a grandma who always named the eight-legged creatures Henry or Fred and taught us how to relocate them outside using a margarine container and a scrap of paper. But later in life, I realized that naming the creatures didn’t make them any less unnerving–especially after awakening at Girl Scout camp to find them crawling on my pillow.

Years later, the sight of one still elicits a less than favorable reaction and my husband has had to serve as “The Exterminator” on more than one occasion in our four years of marriage. Which is why my science teacher husband is now concerned that I might pass this irrational fear on to our children. And considering that my mother’s reactions to spiders are remarkably similar to mine, I’m sure he has a good point.

But, alas, how to overcome such a ridiculous fear without resorting to extreme measures?