|As a Child, I was Terrified of Meeting a Giant Spider|
All of us will naturally recall Piranha and Piranha Part II, about mutant flying piranha fish.
By no means is this sort of movie a new phenomenon - I still have occasional Jaws flashbacks when swimming in the ocean and have a need to swim to the beach as quickly as I can. A movie about a giant spider living in a cave in New Mexico left me in intermittent terror as a child that I would make a similar find in Washington County, Georgia. The list of scary critters in film goes back at least as far as King Kong, and in literature, at least as far back as Scylla and Charybdis in The Odyssey.
Recently, I read that a woman is facing execution for having married a Christian. Elsewhere, a woman was held prisoner for eighteen months by a sadistic crystal meth user. Meanwhile, Russia is flexing its muscles in Crimea and Assad is committing atrocities in Syria; it seems odd we have to terrify ourselves with images of shark-infested tornadoes or flying piranha or even just plain old eighty-foot-tall gorillas.
What we should be scared of is us.