When I was younger, my mom would say “Sweetie, don’t be afraid. You are way bigger than a spider.”
Well guess what, mom? I’m bigger than a grenade too. Were you trying to raise me to be some sort of unconquerable war-machine that isn’t even afraid of grenades? If you were trying to do that, you failed. I’m afraid of a lot of things that are smaller than me - like bees and wolverines and centipedes. I’m even kind of afraid of ants a little bit.
