I cannot even tolerate a small harmless spider in my house...I will wake my SO up out of a deep slumber to have him kill them!
I know that they are good, they eat bugs, yadda yadda yadda...
HOWEVER, my fear/flight instinct takes over and they must die!
I would literally have a heart attack if I lived there. I cannot deal with spiders...I almost had an anxiety attack just reading the article and then when I saw the picture up close, I almost started hyperventilating (literally, I am that petrified of them...) NO thanks!
"If you think nobody cares about you, try missing a couple payments..."
I was okay until I got to the close up shot. OMG! NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!
I had a solitary Huntsman spider in my house a few months ago. I still can't go into my bedroom without checking the corners of the ceiling.
Have not looked at the link, but I did google huntsman spider. Thanks, but I would have been okay not googling that. *shimmy shudder dance'
Originally Posted by AliCat518
Kinda glad the pictures wouldnt load on my phone since I'm currently getting a pedicure. Im sure the lady working on my feet wouldnt be thrilled if I shrieked and kicked her in the face as a reaction to spider pictures...
Lol! Yes, that would be unwise!
Originally Posted by MistyBlue
CurbAppeal...probably not the best thing to find in your house if you're an arachnophobe!
Nothing like a spider big enough to HEAR when it runs across the floor, wall or ceiling. tickatickatickaticka
OK the sound effects part just make my scalp crawl and my whole body itch. Gah.
Originally Posted by kashmere
Oh, theoretically I love spiders. I think all chelicerates are pretty neat little things.
But I would have seven thousand heart attacks if I walked out of my door and saw that. Grateful, for the lack of mosquitoes, but likely dead (see: heart attacks).
My rational brain loves 'em, but it can't convince my flight instinct.
Lol! That cracked me up, and yes, exactly! There would be no room for reasoning in my brain, sorry!
Originally Posted by Long Spot
I'm sitting here scratching a thousand imaginary itches.
(A decidedly unhorsey) MrB knocks over a feed bucket at the tack shop and mutters, "Oh crap. I failed the stadium jumping phase."
(he does listen!)