phobia

I awoke with sleepy eyes, and snuggled back down in the bed, but the nagging sensation that I had to get up wouldn't go away. I reluctantly pushed back the covers, and sat up on the edge of the bed. Walking through the house, I began the morning routine of rousting everyone out of bed, and getting them ready for school. Seeing that the sun was shining, and it was going to be another beautiful morning, I opened up the screen, and walked out on the porch. I heard the screen door shut behind me, but something was wrong with the sound. Instead of a slam, the door made a sort of "thunk" sound as it hit. I thought nothing more about it, and turned around to come back in the house. Seeing that the kids were happily absorbed in their bowls of cereal, I paused again to admire morning sun, through the screen door.
Then I saw it. The sillouhette of a HUGE tarantula on the screen door. The screen door I had so casually just walked out of and come back in by. I felt the hair on my scalp contract. The goosebumps immediately jumped out on my arms. Horror rose in my throat. I just stood there for a long time, without moving. Then I slammed the front door shut.
The kids, by this time, were through with their cereal, and were getting their clothes on. The moment was approaching, when I was going to have to make a decision about how to exit my house. Should I gather my courage, and go out the front door, and hope the spider wouldn't jump on me or the kids? Or should I just avoid the whole situation, and go out the back door, through the yard, exit the gate, and come around to the front to get in the truck? The kids got dressed, and I made my decision. We went out the back.
Coming home from dropping the kids off, I saw that the spider had moved to the bottom of the porch. I also saw the reason for the "thunk" of the screen door. There had been a little tiny lizard at the top of the door, and when it slammed, it slammed on the lizard which was now laying motionless on the porch. I assumed it was dead, but I wasn't going to go near the porch to find out. I still didn't have the courage I needed to enter the front door, so again, I went all the way around the back. He stayed there all day long. I stayed in the house all day long.
I had to go get groceries, and this posed a problem. I didn't want to take the groceries all the way around through the back door, so I had to open up the garage door. This meant carrying 15 sacks of groceries over a zillion piles of junk, lots of boxes of stuff that weren't unpacked from our move yet, and all the kids bicycles, which were laying all over the entrance to the garage, where the kids had left them when called for dinner the night before. I really didn't mind, though. The alternative was unthinkable.
Later that evening, we had to go somewhere. By this time, the spider had left the front porch, so we felt relatively safe. I scouted the porch out pretty thoroughly, before I let anyone go out the front door. We got in my GMC Sierra king cab pickup truck, and I started it up. It was then, that I saw the spider in the driveway. I then did what any other red blooded american woman would do when confronted with a great big spider that she's afraid of, and she's got the upper hand. I ran over it. and over it. and over it. I ran over at least 10 times. It had run over to the grass, and I even drove on the grass to run over it.
Still, I wasn't sure it was dead. Sometimes tarantulas play dead to fool you, until no one is looking, then they run away. But when I came back from my errand, it was still there. It was still there the next day, when I went to mow the lawn. I then did what any red blooded american woman would do, when she sees a dead spider that she's still afraid of. I ran over it with the lawn mower. That time I was pretty sure it was dead. you never can be sure, though.

PHOBIA: a persistant, abnormal, and irrational fear of a specific thing, or situation that compels one to avoid it despite the awareness and reassurance that it is not dangerous.

Do you think I might have a phobia??