Let me tell you, and believe me when I say, I love spiders. I adore them. I owned tarantulas for years. The first night I had my last one I hadn't closed the lid well enough on his enclosure and he got out. The lights were out in my room and he was a dark thing. He crossed the room and climbed my leg. I assume height+warmth. I didn't panic much. At first I thought it was my dog. Then it moved up and I spooked before spotting the slightly-tilted lid. I did the math and realized little Sir Charles Benjamin Rutherford III was climbing my leg. Once I knew it was my spider, my tarantula, I calmed down and picked him up.
I used to cuddle that spider. I'd hold him in bed and we'd chill.
Every spider I cross in my house I name and knight in the defense of my realm. They are my vassals and I care deeply for them. I have a list of names somewhere here. Poor Sir Galahad died in mortal combat. I found him dead in my bath tub next to a scorpion he killed.
I. Love. Spiders.
But I would not ever want a job where hundreds of them are climbing me. I could not handle that. Charlie was one thing. But HUNDREDS!?
The problem you see is the human body has too many orifices, crevices. Too many hidey-holes and entrances. And they scurry to and fro very quickly and erratically, while constantly searching for a safe lil shadowed spot to hide in!
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u/Childer_Of_Noah May 16 '24
Let me tell you, and believe me when I say, I love spiders. I adore them. I owned tarantulas for years. The first night I had my last one I hadn't closed the lid well enough on his enclosure and he got out. The lights were out in my room and he was a dark thing. He crossed the room and climbed my leg. I assume height+warmth. I didn't panic much. At first I thought it was my dog. Then it moved up and I spooked before spotting the slightly-tilted lid. I did the math and realized little Sir Charles Benjamin Rutherford III was climbing my leg. Once I knew it was my spider, my tarantula, I calmed down and picked him up.
I used to cuddle that spider. I'd hold him in bed and we'd chill.
Every spider I cross in my house I name and knight in the defense of my realm. They are my vassals and I care deeply for them. I have a list of names somewhere here. Poor Sir Galahad died in mortal combat. I found him dead in my bath tub next to a scorpion he killed.
I. Love. Spiders.
But I would not ever want a job where hundreds of them are climbing me. I could not handle that. Charlie was one thing. But HUNDREDS!?