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Originally Posted by cDnStealth
I would probably become a broken shell. I remember when I was young my dad forced me to go under our deck to retrieve a ball or something and I was so terrified because it was a dark, tight space and I was convinced that it was loaded with spiders.
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Ya I briefly worked for a restoration company out in Nanaimo a few years back, one day they sent us to a trailer out in the sticks that had flooded. We had to go underneath to cut all the lining out, had to wear respirators/safety glasses/the works. Was so tight under there that you were almost pressed against the bottom of the trailer, not to mention all the dead rats (from spraying earlier) & big spiders that were under there.
Was pretty much my worst nightmare, closest I've ever had to experiencing a panic attack. Once I heard one of the other guys underneath saying he saw a big one run by him, I was done. Crawled out, told the supervisor I couldn't do it, never worked there again. Good times.