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Because they're fucking creepyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. I really hate how they're all herky jerky and fast. Also, way too many legs. As long as they run away from me, we cool...but they always seem to want to run towards me or hang out on the ceiling/wall right next to me. Those guys get the shoe. I do try to save daddy longleg spiders though, but sometimes they're too dumb to be saved.
These made me feel a little bad when I first saw them:
See, I used to be really nice to bugs and spiders. Never felt threatened, and I never killed them. Then... the incident occured. Then shortly after, I moved to bumblefuck PA, and they were a different bread. They wanted me dead. I know it.
I once climbed into my tree house to smoke a bowl with my buddy on July 4th. We get to the top, turn on a phone for some light, and 1 foot in front of us was a web that spanned at least 5 feet, probably more. Dead in the center of this web was a lime green spider with a body (yes a body, not including it's legs) about the size of baseball or racquetball. I've never stepped foot in that tree house again.
When I lived in that house, I would wake up in the morning with enourmous spider bites on me, and would constantly find spiders crawling on me and my sofa. And I'm not talking a few times a month, I'm talking almost every day, and these weren't cute little spiders, these were hairy, nasty SOB's. Most spiders I caught in that house were bigger than a quarter.
I went from "I love nature and all of it's beautiful creatures" to "yo, fuck spiders" in a few short years.
Edit: I could honestly keep going too. Jumping Spiders... babies... it's bringing back all sorts of repressed memories.
Last year at Bonnaroo I awoke to see a spider on our tent, on the screened material in between the tent and the rainfly. I proceeded to flick the spider thinking it would just fall and scurry off. BUT INSTEAD a bazillion little spider babies scattered off of her back and the mama spider stayed put.
Worst. Case. Scenario.
I just went back to sleep though, there wasn't really anything more I could do at that point and I was tired.
See, I used to be really nice to bugs and spiders. Never felt threatened, and I never killed them. Then... the incident occured. Then shortly after, I moved to bumblefuck PA, and they were a different bread. They wanted me dead. I know it.
I once climbed into my tree house to smoke a bowl with my buddy on July 4th. We get to the top, turn on a phone for some light, and 1 foot in front of us was a web that spanned at least 5 feet, probably more. Dead in the center of this web was a lime green spider with a body (yes a body, not including it's legs) about the size of baseball or racquetball. I've never stepped foot in that tree house again.
When I lived in that house, I would wake up in the morning with enourmous spider bites on me, and would constantly find spiders crawling on me and my sofa. And I'm not talking a few times a month, I'm talking almost every day, and these weren't cute little spiders, these were hairy, nasty SOB's. Most spiders I caught in that house were bigger than a quarter.
I went from "I love nature and all of it's beautiful creatures" to "yo, fuck spiders" in a few short years.
Edit: I could honestly keep going to. Jumping Spiders... babies... it's bringing back all sorts of repressed memories.
Florida has big ass scary spiders. I was at my grandparents house and I heard the sliding door blinds move... I turned on the light and there was a spider the size of a baseball. Fuck that! I ran out the house, had my step-father go and spray the room and slept at my moms.
This. I can't tell you how many times I've heard noise that I thought a chipmunk or the dog was making, only to find a 5lb spider. It's just not okay. I shouldn't be able to hear a spider.
Once I realize that I wasn't safe in my bed, I really started to develop a serious fear of the guys. I think I can safely say that I fear spiders more than just about anything else. It's irrational, and I know it, but I can't fight the anxiety I get when one is near me now. I think I'm just too traumatized.
See, I used to be really nice to bugs and spiders. Never felt threatened, and I never killed them. Then... the incident occured. Then shortly after, I moved to bumblefuck PA, and they were a different bread. They wanted me dead. I know it.
I once climbed into my tree house to smoke a bowl with my buddy on July 4th. We get to the top, turn on a phone for some light, and 1 foot in front of us was a web that spanned at least 5 feet, probably more. Dead in the center of this web was a lime green spider with a body (yes a body, not including it's legs) about the size of baseball or racquetball. I've never stepped foot in that tree house again.
When I lived in that house, I would wake up in the morning with enourmous spider bites on me, and would constantly find spiders crawling on me and my sofa. And I'm not talking a few times a month, I'm talking almost every day, and these weren't cute little spiders, these were hairy, nasty SOB's. Most spiders I caught in that house were bigger than a quarter.
I went from "I love nature and all of it's beautiful creatures" to "yo, fuck spiders" in a few short years.
Edit: I could honestly keep going too. Jumping Spiders... babies... it's bringing back all sorts of repressed memories.
Last year at Bonnaroo I awoke to see a spider on our tent, on the screened material in between the tent and the rainfly. I proceeded to flick the spider thinking it would just fall and scurry off. BUT INSTEAD a bazillion little spider babies scattered off of her back and the mama spider stayed put.
Worst. Case. Scenario.
I just went back to sleep though, there wasn't really anything more I could do at that point and I was tired.
Today's lesson: Don't flick spiders at bonnaroo.
Yeah, I would have never been able to fall asleep. Maybe even for the rest of the weekend... I'd probably have to de-bug the entire tent.
There's nothing worse than when the babies start scattering all over the place...
The largest spider in the world is the Goliath Bird-Eating tarantula. Yes, as the name suggests, this spider is large enough to eat birds, and it does. Yikes! The Goliath can reach up to 1-foot in body length and has 1-inch long fangs. It’s considered bigger than the Huntsman Spider because it has a heavier body mass. The Goliath has tiny hairs on its body that it shoots at whoever or whatever is threatening it. Its bite isn’t deadly to humans (unless you’re allergic), but if you get bit by one, expect to experience severe pain, nausea and profuse sweating.
The Goliath Bird-Eating tarantula’s natural habitat is in the rainforests of South America, but they can be found as pets around the world. If you hear a hissing noise, watch out. The Goliath rubs its legs together to make this frightening noise and it can be heard up to 15-feet away.
I can't even begin to wrap my mind around a spider with a 1' long BODY. And it shoots hairs at me? Fuck that.
Edit: And Black Dynamite is right, you should never be able to hear a spider.
Considering you've found the need to respond to my threads as if you are threatened by me I offer you some peace my confused counterpart. May you find peace in your restless soul.
I had a huntsman spider (like a skinny tarantula) living in my bathroom last winter. He was pretty chill. I named him Bob. We would hang on many a night, cracking jokes 'til the wee hours. My building doesn't allow pets, but I found a loophole, dang it. No, he was more than a pet... he was a roommate. He was my friend. The good thing about huntsmen is they don't weave webs... they hunt. Which sounds very Stephen Seagal-like, but he took care of all the other little fuckers as part of our rent agreement.
All good things must pass, however, so after the winter rains I released him onto the porch. They say if you love someone, set them free; if they come back, it was meant to be. Bob, however, had a whole big world to see outside the confines of my apartment. I'm happy for him and his adventures, but sometimes, on those lonely nights, I just miss my friend.
The largest spider in the world is the Goliath Bird-Eating tarantula. Yes, as the name suggests, this spider is large enough to eat birds, and it does. Yikes! The Goliath can reach up to 1-foot in body length and has 1-inch long fangs. It’s considered bigger than the Huntsman Spider because it has a heavier body mass. The Goliath has tiny hairs on its body that it shoots at whoever or whatever is threatening it. Its bite isn’t deadly to humans (unless you’re allergic), but if you get bit by one, expect to experience severe pain, nausea and profuse sweating.
The Goliath Bird-Eating tarantula’s natural habitat is in the rainforests of South America, but they can be found as pets around the world. If you hear a hissing noise, watch out. The Goliath rubs its legs together to make this frightening noise and it can be heard up to 15-feet away.
I can't even begin to wrap my mind around a spider with a 1' long BODY. And it shoots hairs at me? Fuck that.
Edit: And Black Dynamite is right, you should never be able to hear a spider.
Last year at Bonnaroo I awoke to see a spider on our tent, on the screened material in between the tent and the rainfly. I proceeded to flick the spider thinking it would just fall and scurry off. BUT INSTEAD a bazillion little spider babies scattered off of her back and the mama spider stayed put.
Worst. Case. Scenario.
I just went back to sleep though, there wasn't really anything more I could do at that point and I was tired.
Today's lesson: Don't flick spiders at bonnaroo.
Then the bazillion little spiders lit up and began swirling around the mama spider, which morphed into a floating baby armadillo, that was singing in this language I'd never heard, but somehow understood.
Dr. Dolittle is on and the dog he has as a kid is voiced by Ellen Degeneres. I normally can't distinguish voices at all. I'm really bad with it and I'm proud that I recognized it.
I can't tell who's narrating. It sounds like the same narrator from Matilda too though... I don't want to give into IMDB. I want to do this myself!!!!!
For years I've waited for Roo to book The Who but they haven't even sold out the PNC Arena in Raleigh in what is supposed to be their final tour. Surprising, at least for me.
Post by Dave Maynar on Apr 21, 2015 18:39:22 GMT -5
It never ceases to amaze me how people think having to wait in a customer service setting gives them every right to be a gigantic fucking douchebag to the employees.
Is $150 too much to pay someone to paint a dresser? I'm torn.
How big is the dresser/how long do you think it will take them to paint it? And are they just going to paint it a solid color, or are they going to do something fancy to it?
Another tidbit of random... I am meeting the parents tonight and I am super nervous and don't know what to expect. UGH.
So guy got called offshore, parent meeting averted.
I did that one recently. It is pretty nerve wracking. Ask his advice about topics to talk about or avoid, expectations, things like that. You'll at least feel better prepared.
It never ceases to amaze me how people think having to wait in a customer service setting gives them every right to be a gigantic fucking douchebag to the employees.
Everyone should have to work a customer service job at some point in their lives, it's much harder to be an asshole when you've been on the other side.
It never ceases to amaze me how people think having to wait in a customer service setting gives them every right to be a gigantic fucking douchebag to the employees.
I worked at a toy store xmas eve for years. I know this pain.
There are some people out there who believe that being terrible will intimidate workers into obsequiousness. I took great joy in these folks and I'll tell you why:
While being forced to taste this transferred self hate, I try not to dwell on it and rather luxuriate that my problems are insignificant compared to this Nuthatch who is berating a worker earning minimum wage and no health benefits over only getting store credit for the utterly destroyed toy you bought three months ago.
It always makes me wonder why a frustrated person thinks frustrating someone else will help get what they want from that newly frustrated worker.
"I wasn't going to bend the rules for you, but now that you cussed out my Momma, okay."
It never ceases to amaze me how people think having to wait in a customer service setting gives them every right to be a gigantic fucking douchebag to the employees.
I'm pretty sure being in the customer service and getting chewed out for no reason greatly developed my passive aggressiveness =)))