I call him Pierre. Too bad I can’t use that character map thingy and give him a real name. He eats all the ants that seem to have invaded my home. When I go in the bathroom, he runs to the corner and looks at me. He quivers in fear. I’m not going to kill him, I don’t know why he quivers. I hate bugs, but I like Pierre. Do you guys have any pet bugs?
When I lived at home, and with any GF I’ve ever had, they made me kill bugs, especially spiders. Why are women so afraid of bugs? I mean I hate bugs and everything, but I don’t fear them. Pacifico beer is good. Spider! We LOVE you spider!
Making nonsensical threads when you’re drunk is fun, but it doeasn’t seem to be very rewarding, since all you do is make a testament to your drunkeness, ties up valuable bandwidth and babble. Nonetheless, it is fun, so…there it is!
Remember when a certain poster said, “I love you guys!”? Well, I won’t say that now, since that would be silly (but I really want to!) Anyway, isn’t it cool how I can still spell and code UBB or whatever the hell software this is now, even when I’m blasted? Does Coldfire really love me, or is he just kidding? Have you been folowing this thread? Are we allowed so many drunken threads per post count? Will I regret this in the morning? Fuck it! Here goes! :: Pressing the “Submit New Thread” button ::
Icky, and I saw Aracnaphobia (pardon me I am drinking too and can’t spell) the other day…spiders absolutely gross me out.
And DAMNIT, life can be so complicated sometimes…I wanna cry. I hate some of the situations I get myself into, yet crave them too. GOD I am weird, specially while drinking.
Of course the gerbil killer would say that. Sheesh!
Pay no attention to the man behind the mouse trap, Demo. Pierre deserves to live, inasmuch as he’s performing a vital service. And one for which you don’t even have to pay him. It doesn’t get much better than that, man!
I disagree. I happen to have a certain appreciation of spiders. One time I had a roommate who would get extremely pissed off at me because I wouldn’t kill the spiders in my bedroom. (There were as many as 20 visible at one point.)
I let him kill the spiders in the rest of the apt. but the ones in my room were granted asylum.
I can count the number of times I’ve been bitten by spiders on one hand. I figure they only bite my ass when all the bugs have been exterminated. Kind of a symbiotic relationship.
I vote for Pierre’s right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of malevolent insects!
Pierre sounds like a nice enough guy, but can he be trusted? Sure, he’s your friend now, when he’s getting a free place to crash and all the bugs he can eat, but what about when the bugs run out? What happens when he starts mooching your beer and losing legs all over the place? Who gets to clean up the mess?
You, that’s who.
And whoever said something about centipedes being pretty, I have this to say: WTF are you thinking?! Centipedes are the most evil of all creation and the bane of mankind. The sooner they are extinct, the better. ick.
A couple of years ago, ants seemed to like my apartment; no matter how I tried to keep things clean. Although the numbers dwindled to just a few “scouts”, I’d see them frequently in my lavvy. I noticed that an ant would be walking near the baseboard, when quickly a tiny spider (about 2/3 their size) would run out, run around the ant two or three times, and bite them. I liked that little guy. I don’t know how long s/he was there, but it was entertaining to watch him/her catch the stray ant. I may have killed it though. Once I used an especially large amount of floor cleaner and I never saw it again. Didn’t matter though. I haven’t seen any ants around this place in a couple of years.
My sister thinks I’m a Bhuddist because I catch spiders and take them outside. But black widow spiders die quickly.
I have a lot of spiders, they are friends. Democritus, you should look around in some books & find out what type you have or ask a local museum, they would know how big the bite is.
I have Bumble Bees that sometimes come in & sleep in my bed & when I get in bed at night they sting sometimes.
My sentiments exactly. For years my family and I have been at war with the centipedes in our basement. They don’t like us, we don’t like them. Just last night my sister walloped one with her flip-flop. Unfortunately, she didn’t clean up the mess and I found two stray legs next to the bathtub…
As for spiders, we’d be overrun with other insects if it weren’t for them.
If that little bastard starts mooching my beer, he’s out on his ass!
Oh, and I can tell he’s Pierre and not Pierrette, because, well, I just know ok? Although, that would explain his shyness. Hmmm, I’ll have to investigate this closer.
No, Demo, not OK. How do you “just know”? Exactly how friendly are you with this spider?
Spiders shudder I hate spiders. I am terrified of spiders. My SO laughs at me. This is the typical speech I get “You’ll walk up to a 150lb doberman that’s foaming at the mouth and pet it with no reservations whatsoever, but a 1/2 inch spider gets in the house and you’re running for the hills. Women!”
But, Demo, if you and Pierre are happy, I’m happy for you, after all who am I to judge?
Last year, in the dorm room, we had a jumping spider that would occasionally make an appearance. We called him “Xerces”.
Did you know that jumping spiders will chase a laser pointer? try it.
I resent that remark. I need at least 2 more hard lemon malt liquors before I would say that again. …stay tuned… I dont have to work tomorrow like i did that night. Someone turn my puter off ok?
Pierre is not quivering in fear, he’s just flexing his legs in preparation for the one day he decides to pounce on you, paralyse you with one bite, and suck your vital juices out.
But, from the second sentence quoted above, I would guess that Pierre’s days are numbered anyway. I’m betting a sawbuck on Democritus.