I like spiders. Our basement is full of 'em. Probably the only reason our cheap-ass old house isn’t also full of carpenter ants.
However, I once lived with two female roommates. They could not handle spiders at all. And, of course, the apartment we lived in had a plethora of eight-legged crawlies, seeing as the back wall was set partway into the hillside. These things were big, too – I think they were called California ground spiders or something, and they’d be two, three inches across, easy, and fast.
More than once, I’d be called to one part of the duplex or another to handle spider eviction duty. Thing was, when I was alone and had to put one of these guys outside, it wasn’t a problem: put a glass over him, slide under a piece of paper, and out they go. But when you’ve got a young woman gibbering and hyperventilating behind you, standing on the bed, pointing and screaming “look out!” every time the spider twitches one direction or another… well, it does get the adrenaline going.
Well, I entered a nice long post about some encounters I’ve had with spiders, but it got lost. In short: a highly ambitious spider wove a web that covered the bed of my truck in about an hour and a half; I once had to make a mad dash past a spider (after working my nerve up for 15 minutes) that was building a web across half a doorway; and once, while camping, I plucked what appeared to be fishing line running between two tree branches. It was as tough as a guitar string. When I looked at it from another angle, however, I saw the enormous web that it supported. Good thing the badass arachnid mofo capable of creating that web wasn’t home…
Anyway. Spiders and I have been engaging in open hostilities for quite a while, but today things reached new heights. For, while turning a roll of toilet paper to find the end (out of necessity, if you get my drift), I discovered a spider skulking on the other side of the roll.
From this, I’m forced to conclude that the spiders have a new plan: for reasons unknown, they seek to invade my colon. Of course you know, this means war. If y’all know any ants that can pass as spiders and would be willing to do some recon, let me know.
I have been bitten by a brown recluse and got an infection from it. Nasty nasty creature. I think it was on a mission of invisibility because I didn’t see it, but my doctor said that that is what bit me. Then, a few years ago I was stung by a bee.
One bug I absolutely loathe is ticks. Eeeewww. Our family had a dog so she had them sometimes. Well, the first time I encountered one, I thought it was a mutated spider. My mom freaked. So did I after I found out what it could do to me. Okay, then a few weeks later I dipped my leg into our pool. I had to go inside for some reason. I felt a slight pinch on my leg. I look and there is a tick hanging on for dear life. I panicked and pulled it off. Thank god it hadn’t dug any deeper.
I then was on the lookout for these vile creatures everywhere. I was in my room once(it was at night) and on my carpet saw a nasty, bloated grey thing with legs it couldn’t use to walk. The legs just kept moving though the body wasn’t getting anywhere. I didn’t want to smash it or touch it as I didn’t know what it was, so I made my dad(who was half asleep) figure out what the hell it was. He just picked it up with a Kleenex and flushed it down the toilet. Okay, I was kinda fine…then I found another one. Now my mom wanted to know what they looked like. She saw it on my floor. She said it was a female tick who had just eaten a lot of blood and was about to give birth to a bunch of baby ticks. :eek: Anyway, we flushed this one down the toilet too. I didn’t sleep in my room for the next two nights. I slept on a bench in my parents room. Not the most comfortable place, but better than being covered with ticks. I made my dad get the exterminator to our house as quick as possible.
Oh, and one time, my mom stepped on a female tick. She lifted her foot(she had shoes on, thank goodness) and there was blood everywhere. Ewwww. I have more eppys but does anyone want to hear anymore?
Brown Recluses (we call 'em fiddlebacks here in Texas) are indeed nasty. Worst thing is, they’re good at hiding. Let me rephrase. They’re good at hiding inside your dresser. Fiddlebacks are often found hiding in your dressers, nestled in some clothes. You put on your favorite shirt, and then BANG. Brown Recluse bite in the middle of your back.
The other night I was swimming at a friend’s house with a guy friend(Mike) and a girl friend(Joey). Well, you know how cockroaches like water. So, we found one roach doing the backstroke in the pool. Mike takes him out with a net and procedes to swim but Joey and I cautiously swing our legs in the pool. Then we see another one. It is taken out. Then, while Mike is standing in the water he finds a roach CRAWLING on him! :eek: Joey and I freak. Mike just flings it off, nets it and throws it in the grass. But we are stupid and get back into the water. To make a very long story short, there were a total of 6 roaches in the pool swimming along with us. Yuck!
Personally, I think it was one cockroach who fell in love with Mike and decided to try its hand at amore. I swear that I will never swim in that pool again…
i for one,love spiders…duh? my name says it all. I love how much they repulse and fascinate me at the same time. I am the designated spider remover of my household and i am the youngest. I rarely kill spiders because of an old superstition that its bad luck to kill them. But as far as being covered in spiders?. Never happened. Though i have had them crawl across my face when i’m sleeping on to wake up in horror that one would betray my trust. I even own a curly hair tarantula. She’s one of the best pets i’ve ever had. VERRRY quiet, doesn’t need to be bathed and eats about once a month. She escaped once because of my stupidity.(i forgot to close her tank)I freaked out my whole family telling them that she was somewhere in the house and to please not kill her. I found her many hours later in my room. She crepted out from a small space probably thinking she could make a break for the window and escape. I picked her up and put her back in her tank remembering never to leave the top off.
