I know this is probably pussy compared to some of you tropical dwellers.. but i had a huge ass wolf spider the size of the palm of my hand run up beside me, when i was sitting on the ground yping on my laptop.. The thing freaked me out so bad.. it sat next to an old pair of jeans that was laying on the ground for awhile.. while i shook the heebie jeebies away.. but then i blinked and it was gone.. and i was like oh fuck.. and i jumped on the couch, and threw a shoe at the pair of pants... but i didnt see anything move.. so i jumped from chair to chair until i could turn every light on in the house, and grabbed an old broom handle, started pokin at it... turns out i was a good shot, and got him with the original shoe hit.. but my fuck this thing was fucking huge
Alot of times, ill pick the spider up and let him go outside.. maybe i could have if he wouldnt have done that dissapperaing act on me... but now i have bad spider karma
Yes, bad spider karma. You gain enough bad karma and you get the ultimate punishment. You are reborn as a human your next life. While spiders, in constant full enlightenment, walk around you, get crushed by a shoe, and are reborn as spiders yet again.
I would have done the same thing. Except screamed and probley ran away until I found someone to throw the show for me.
They don't really bother me... I lived in a dungeon that was pretty much infested with them for a while, so all shock value is gone. The place had the hugest fucking spiders I have ever seen. Dunno though, I feel little to no remorse for killing them.
They scare the shit out of me, sometimes, but I've left them be or tried to help them. We're all in the same boat, man. I think it's the legs... like, centipedes are scary, but I think I'd rather have more legs than bigass furry things. I'm also afraid of needles, so factor in fangs/venom and you have a total phobia cocktail. I've never understood leg fetishes and what have you. Pretty sure they're a lot more scared of us.
I used to have conversations with daddy longlegs when I was a kid. But then a fuckin' widow tried to eat me alive, and I've been deathly afraid of spiders in general ever since. I'm still a fan of daddy longlegs, though.
Yeah, haha... ever go down flights of stairs or stare at the little peculiarities on the ceilings or anything, on acid? Mushrooms don't bother me like that, though. I'm always more like "Whoaaa... that tree... turned into a... whisk..y? OH... my god. What is a whisk? An apparition... yes?.. no... yes... no...whispiness, whisk... whiskers!!! Hey, the cat is doing something, okay, now whaaa...t? But I don't know how to move the coffee table, because I can't groove to this... coffee table... yet, how, oh shit... we gotta fuckin dance to this music , oh yeah, thattt's why we have to move the rectangle!!!" Then someone turns a tv on or something and Reno 911 is on and you're watching it and you watch it for 30 minutes and you're still trying to figure out what the show is.
Thank you meg. I don't know where I would be without that... I think I'm... getting okay now. Friggin smile... shine, what have you. Good golly, remembering that mushroom trip and that comment totally cheered me up.
Yeah, I didn't see the movie or anything. I like watching cop shows alot, haha... and Reno. Lt. Jim Dangle !!!
while i was on vacation last summer all i seen were spiders so i eventually got used to them being in the rooms until i seem a huge ass one that came in through the bathroom window
my sister in law smashed a wolf spider and all it's little wolf spider babies exploded all over her bathroom and ran around. fucking horrible. i'll kill most things i don't want in my house, unless it's harmless, like a salamandar or something.
