OK, one more scary fact about spiders.
Spiders will tell you they'll look out for your interests, but then they'll still vote for corporate tax cuts.
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OK, one more scary fact about spiders.
Spiders will tell you they'll look out for your interests, but then they'll still vote for corporate tax cuts.
One spider saved a pig.
When you have an undiagnosed wierdness, watching House is not the best idea. Am now paranoid.
It seems to be the general consensus that I have an undiagnosed weirdness. The only clue I have so far is that it seems to be hereditary, if my brothers are anything to go by.
As evidence, this is the reply I got from my youngest brother on inviting him to dinner:
Billytea: Let's have Brendan over for dinner.
Wallybee: We can't invite him over, he's weird.
Billytea: Have you looked at me lately?
Wallybee: No!
Billytea: Look at me now, behold the weirdness!
Wallybee: No, no no! Don't make me!
Billytea: Look upon the visage of the one true William!!
Wallybee: I'm blinded! Help, help!
I just assumed Connie was dealing with some very large spiders, possibly armed themselves.
I wish . . .
No, many years ago, when the arachniphobia was less controlled, Hubby came into the kitchen because of the language I was using and the odd clicking noise he heard. He found me backed against a wall trying to chamber a round into a pistol. (Our handguns are kept unloaded in locked cases either up on high shelves or under the bed. We have no kids and no one but us knows where they're stored.) Fortunately, I was having problems getting the round chambered.
I had turned around and seen a spider less than two feet from my face. In my defense, the thing was half an inch across in body, fuzzy and had bright blue eyes that looked at me. And blinked.
Not the dreaded blue-eyed blinking spider! The .38 is their only weakness!
I see that I am in the minority again.
Poor little spider.
::is sad::
Yeah, if you were one of my camp girls, I'd teach you how to capture and release it (with the tumbler method mentioned upthread).
Don't be sad. She's still there in her pretty little web underneath a sign that says:
Caution Dangerous Spider
Arana Peligrosa
I'm only advocating her death because of her poisonousness.
Normally I catch-and-release as well.
OK it's quitting time and my boss never called me back. I guess Ms. Widow gets to live for tonight. I think death is an acceptable option for venomous spiders in public places, I just don't want to be the one to do it. Mostly because she could bite me.