I don’t get scared a whole lot as far as that adrenaline rush that you get; your heart pumping when you’re at home at night and you hear something crash in the next room or something like that. I’ve always felt like I’m a bit of a realist, so I always believe that there’s some sort of an explanation for what just happened, whether it’s the wind or the dryer or whatever. I don’t let that stuff scare me too much. If I’m sleeping in the middle of the night and I hear some giant bang in the living room I’m not like, ‘What was that?’ I just throw the covers off, grab my baseball bat and walk down the hallway…

Just the other night, when I was getting into bed, I picked up the sheet and slid my legs underneath and as I was about to put the sheet back down on my chest, a spider suddenly dropped down from inside the sheet, right next to me on the mattress and I was just like, ‘What?’ I got it with my hand, put it on the floor, and then stepped on it. I don’t like them, but they don’t frighten me. If that would’ve been anybody else I know, it would’ve been, ‘WAHHHHHH!’ What’s amazing is if you think about how many spiders you don’t see. That’s more scary to me than actually seeing one, because if I see on then I know where it is an I can take care of it, but it’s all the ones I don’t see that can kind of mess with my head.