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Being a wiccan, I attempt to respect all things,including creepy ass lizards.
I don’t fear any animal smaller than I, except maybe tarantulas cuz those things can fling their urticating hairs and that is SCARY if it’s never happened to you before. After that first experience tho…you learn to back off REAL quicklike.
My grandfather passed the scaredy-cat about spiders gene along to my Mom and Brother, but I’m not bothered by them unless they’re actually crawling on me. (which is a [url=http://boards.straightdope.com/sdmb/showthread.php?threadid=175197 thing) So I am one of the offical spider slayers in the house. Although, generally speaking, I also operate a catch and release program.
My brother is so terrified about the mere possiblity that he’ll encounter a spider in the cellar, he won’t go down there. Me? Nothing scary down there, right? Right. One day after a minor flood in the basement due to rain, I picked up a wet cardboard box and very nearly ran away screaming. While I was able to keep myself from scrambling up the steps, I did yip and back away quickly. What was under the box you ask? Aphids! Ahhh! Save me from the soft bodied plant suckers! I don’t think I’d ever seen any before, and I really can’t explain what’s so creepy about them. It’s much wussier to be afraid of aphids than spiders and salamanders, especially considering I’m not a plant 
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QGG, your problem was you were doing laundry - a very un-butch activitity. If you had encountered a salamander while repairing an outboard motor or digging a trench, you’d have laughed at the lizard, bash its head in with a nearby tool, and then taken it in to your wife and said, “here you go, babe, I killed it, you clean it, and we’ll grill it for supper.”
Just a question (or two) for QueerGeekGirl if I may…and they are totally off-topic, but I’m really curious.
Reading the OP, I found it quite disturbing that you referred to your married partner as your ‘wife’ constantly. I totally understand that you are married, and that legally she IS your wife. However, it just came across as sort-of derogatory, especially when you referred to her as ‘THE’ wife. What I’m suggesting is that adopting such distasteful hetero characterisations is not really cool…whatever the dynamics of your relationship.
Y’see, if you’d been a bloke saying that, I would have no hesitation in slapping you down. But I’m curious about the ‘politics’ of lesbian marriages, and how you justify reference to your partner in such terms. If anybody called me his/her ‘wife’, apart from immediate identification purposes, I would be royally pissed-off actually. To call me THE wife would result in rather greivous bodily harm being perpetrated upon the body of the utterer.
Thanks, and I’d appreciate some enlightenment here.
Oh, and again, your escapades with the Salamander-from-Hell made me cack me’self.
Oh man, QueerGeekGirl,you’d be sunk if you ever came to my house! Lesee, two salamanders, a frog, a giant cockroach, a stickbug, a snake, MANY rats and mice, two tarantullas…I could go on but that’s just the creepy stuff!
Hey Monster104, where the heck do you live? I got an Alligater Lizard that I caught up in Maple Ridge. She doesn’t bite, though.
Too funny!
I noticed your location under your name. I live about a half hour from you and I didn’t know we had salamanders around here, although I saw an actual chipmunk for the first time the other day.
We should organize a DopeFest!
That was no salamander! That was TROGDOR the Burninator!
– Dragonblink, whose butch license was nearly revoked after someone heard her “Eeek a spider” girly scream.
QGG , that was just brilliant. I didn’t laugh. Honest. Well, maybe a little, but it was in my head. Surely that doesn’t count?
Maybe I’m the butch in my relationship?? When there are bats flying around the house (we have an old house w/ a slate roof. The little guys get in somehow.) my husband will not come inside until I’ve gotten them out of the house. He screams and runs for the hills…ah well. Someone has to do it;)
I fear no beast, and I’m butch.
Therefore, I got to clean up the messy rat entrails, remove the spiders/lizards/scorpions/poisonous snakes from my ex’s house (she lived out bush, in Australia, the country with more poisonous creatures than any other I’ve heard of).
However, my ex always won in the “I’m more butch than you” stakes because of one simple fact that I just couldn’t beat, no matter how hard I tried: she could grow a beard :eek: