In what world do naughty spiders not count as bad guys?
In my world. They are my friends; they eat scorpions.
askye, it sounds to me as though you are braving the stresses quite well.
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In what world do naughty spiders not count as bad guys?
In my world. They are my friends; they eat scorpions.
askye, it sounds to me as though you are braving the stresses quite well.
How big are the JIllifonts that eat scorpions?? We have lived in vastly different deserts.
In my world. They are my friends; they eat scorpions.
Ryan knows that the daddy longlegs in the garage are good spiders, because they eat the redbacks.
Oh, those are totally good. Hardly Jillifonts at all. They nom things. Better, they never bite me.
How big are the JIllifonts that eat scorpions??
Which is exactly what I thought, as I prepared to update my list of Places Never To Go Because the Fauna Will Eat Me. Or Make Me Shriek.
See, I was relieved, because I'd forgotten about that, and the only other medical-ish thing that sprang to mind was sheep castration.
Well good god, I'm glad it wasnt what Plei thought!
It's thundering and lightning here, which is kinda cool but not sleep-inducing. And a neighbor needs to change the battery in their smoke detector, which is annoying.
But tomorrow is Friday! And also the day the landscaper starts making me a patio!
ION, I may be owed a toaster of some description. I have finally convinced Biyi that The Wire is not in fact wall-to-wall disturbing violence. We just finished episode 3 last night, leading her to muse, "This just gets more and more interesting." I believe she's hooked.
How big are the JIllifonts that eat scorpions?? We have lived in vastly different deserts.
Just daddy longleggeds. I have this lovely vivid memory of coming into the kitchen early one morning to find a scorpion caught in a web, with a daddy longlegged wrapping it up. I promptly promised the friendly arachnid that s/he and all its children were welcome in my house from that day on. After that I would occasionally knock down webs, but never killed another daddy longlegged since.