Saturday, December 16, 2006

Charlotte's Web: keep her out of my house

The story of Charlotte's Web has always been one of my favorites. I'm referring to the animated movie, not the book because, sadly, I've never read it. As a child, watching the movie, I remember being so affected by Charlotte's death, I may have cried at the end.

Recently, I saw the trailer and commercials for the new movie. I won't be going to see this. I don't like spiders.

Up until just a few years ago, I had an irrational fear of them. I couldn't even look at a picture of one without freaking out. But since moving to Austin, mostly, I've gotten past that — I've had to. Austin is home to some of the biggest, creepiest spiders. Two days after moving into our newly built house, I found a dead tarantula on our driveway. And, no, I don't mean a really big wolf spider, I mean a tarantula. I took a picture of it and sent it to my mom because I knew she would think I was exaggerating.

Later, when I would cut my lawn — something since then given over to a lawn service — over-sized grass spiders would dash up my legs if wasn't careful. Though seeing a spider doesn't send me scrambling for the Raid, like it used to, I haven't come face-to-face with a big one in quite some time.

That said, I'm gonna pass on the new Charlotte's Web motion picture. There's no doubt the story itself is great; it's a classic. It's the new visuals that bother me. In the old animated version, the spider was kinda cute, in a creepy sort of way. In this new version, Charlotte is too realistic. No, I take that back; I just revisited the website. She's just plain scary. I flinched.

Sorry Charlotte lovers, but if she was in my garage (notice, I didn't say bedroom, 'cause the thought sends chills down my arms), I wouldn't be able to sleep till somebody smashed her and showed me the evidence.


rindawriter said...

Awww...and Wilbur is soooooo cute!

Anonymous said...

I'm totally with you on this one. I hate 'em too. And a REAL Tarantula? That just crossed Texas off my list of potential places to live. Ironically, the first book I was ever asked to illustrate was a book of poems . . . all about spiders. After about 30 minutes of research, I threw the book across the room and called the guy. "Sorry, can't do it." Ugh!