Fear of 8 Legs Creates A Pornstar!

I don't like spiders. Well, actually, let me rephrase that, I don't like anything with more than 4 legs. 4 is plenty, and anything more is just plain creepy. I wouldn't say that I was arachnaphobic, or bug-a-phobic (don't know the "scientific" term), but I just really don't care for all those legs!

My dear Little Sister however is a raving arachnaphobe! Put a spider anywhere within a 50m radius and all Thelma breaks loose - she goes well and truly ape. One such incident happened a couple of years ago, and trust my luck, I wasn't there to witness it:( But from what I've managed to gather from Mr and Mrs Kachisa, and begrudgingly from Thelma herself, it went down a little something like this.....

Twas a balmy Summer night when Little Sister decided to go and take a shower - Mother and Father were happily seated in the lounge, engaged in an endless debate on the validity of research declaring that cellphones cause Herpes.
According to Thelma, it all kinda happened very fast - one minute she was busy soaping herself down, and the next she looked up to the ceiling to find the most colossal spider glaring threateningly at her. Spider, obviously tasting the fear oozing from one Miss Kachisa's pores, did what any other sadistic creature worth their salt would do - he dropped.

SUPER WOMAN!!! Faster than a speeding bullet, spider had no chance to even cop a feel! Little Sister was out of that shower and into the lounge, and here's the clincher, STARK NAKED! (Oh why was I not at home:()
Looking decidedly like a greased-up porn star, she stood in front of both Mr and Mrs K, stuttering incoherantly about a "spi, spi....spid...spi"
Mrs K, being the utra-conservative prude that she is, ran to cover up her "exposed" daughter, trying to remedy the obviously unkosher situation. Both parents, fearing the entry of a burglar/axe-killer/mad-man, questioned the incoherant Thelma trying to ascertain what could possibly have caused her to flash them so!

After much cajoling and attempts to try calm her down, they finally managed to extricate the word "spider!!" Apparently Mrs K's expression was so classic, it deserved to be cast in stone and displayed in The Louvre. I'll switch to verbatims now (translated and spiced up for good measure off course)

Mrs K - "Thelma are you saying that you ran out of the shower because you were running away from a spider?!!!!!"

Thelma - "Ma, ma, ma, mama (stuttering apparently continued till early hours of the morning) there's this big ass spi, spi, spider in the bathroom!"

(Muffled sniggers heard from Mr K at this point)

Mrs K - "Thelma, what manner of lilly-livered child are you that you would choose to rather stand naked in front of your God-fearing parents instead of face a little spider?!!"

(more sniggers and what sounds like choking heard from Mr K)

Thelma - "Mama, it atta, atta, attacked me I tell you!"

(Mr K chooses to excuse himself from the room, declaring that he's going to "find that darned spider and flush it!" Unrestricted snorts and cackling heard all the way to the bathroom)

Mrs K - "hmmmm, I wonder about you sometimes my child - come, lets get you dressed and have some tea to calm your nerves"

No response was heard from Thelma at this point - she apparently had gone into post-traumatic shock.

I fell out of bed the first time I heard this story - it just tickled everyone of my sadistic bones, must to the disgust of Little Sister. But it just goes to reinforce my point, nothing should have more than 4 legs. Thats just way too many.
Ask Little Sister - she agrees with me.