Spider, that’s a cute note.
Actually, my trantula makes a great pet (barring the time
s/he escaped from the cage and we didn’t know where s/he was). No noise, no clean up, if you forget to feed it for awhile, hey, that’s o.k. I have had Hirohito for about 8 years now–
How beautiful. How sad.
Now clean those baseboards, man.
Hey, Dem, I have the same exact tile in my bathroom.
Sorry, about your loss. Why don’t you come over my house and pick out a replacement. I send a couple of spiders to spider heaven every day. I can’t figure out how they keep getting in. I’d be glad to sell you a few 
One of my favorites!
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vidi vici veni!
As an arachnophobe I’ve always wondered what makes many humans selectively intolerant of certain members of the animal kingdom. I don’t mind ants, or beetles, or moths (except the ones which come from those spider-like tents), yet the sight of most spiders gives me the willies. You should see me freak when I walk through a web while hiking in the woods…
So here’s my hypothesis: humans are scared of spiders because we’ve evolved to be. Same reason we (collectively) hate snakes, the daring souls who’ve tried to make friends with them get bitten and die, while the arachnophobes go on to be our ancestors. I realize that this theory doesn’t hold a lot of water, but why else would a large portion of the human population fear spiders and snakes but remain tolerant of many similar insects and reptiles?
***Attention in the name of Pierre Da Spider
Recently, I was hired by one Pieree D. Spider. Contacted through Democritus’ computer while he was at work Pierre left me an email to give to Democritus. He has decided due to his recent fame and fortune there will be some new rules laid down in the house, punishment for breaking these rules will be laid out below:
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There will be no more references made to his “quivering” if you had arachnic-epilepsy you wouldn’t like it pointed out either.
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There will be ABSOLUTELY no more attempts made to try looking to see if he has a penis or not. He says he does but that size doesn’t matter it’s whether you survive the mating or not.
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As of now you will leave the bathroom light on and a hole in the screen cuz damn-it he’s getting hungry in there.
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He asks that you procure him a lady friend and that here fangs be removed before she is let in the house.
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If he wants beer he will damn well take it.
--------If these rules are not followed strictly and immedeately, and if any acts of violence or attempts on his life are taken a certain letter will be opened by me and your house will be infested by the small fuzzy spider militia, and death will be immenent-------
Thank you very kindly for reading this message and all questions and other legal matter can be sent to the following:
Quisling Ahrahkneed
8 Leg Dr.
Webcity, Sp 80808
<twitch> I didn’t see this thread before.
But… …sure, you may love Pierre now. He’s cute and a really great spider. But just wait. Once he’s completely gained your love and trust and you believe he could never do anything wrong, and when you’re completely sure you could never live without him (and of course he feels the same way, because when you get a stomach virus and are puking your guts out, he’ll spend all day making a collage of pictures from when you were both little up to the two of you now and give it to you along with a card that tells you that you’re his only reason for living & that he could never love anyone else), he’ll leave you for that skanky anorexic whore who think’s she’s SO punk (oh yeah, blink 182 is SO KeWliez!!) and who he repeatedly assured you that he had absolutely no feelings for. But as if that’s not enough, he’ll go around telling everyone you’re a dumb, abusive (!!! :eek: ) bitch & that he hates you with a passion, then he’ll just up and move to connecticut with said skanky whore, leaving you behind, miserable and all alone with no hope for the world.
…
Uhhh… err… <cough> my ex’s name is Pierre.
I’m not bitter.
well… maybe a little.
Ooooookay then.
I never did get to meet Pierre. I did clean up his “house”, though. And I fear I may have been a gracious hostess for dinner to at least a couple of his offspring. ::Scratch::
OMG! I have never laughed like I laughed tonight. Thank you. Thank you very much!
:: Pierre has left the building ::
I don’t know why we are afraid of bugs. It’s such a good question. I am not afraid of spiders, but, there is this type of cricket that lives in my basement and garage. The Spotted Camel Cricket. I looked it up, and for the longest time, they were the one thing that caused me to freeze up. I mean, they are scary, they look like some ofshoot from the Aliens movies. When I was younger, and had to get firewood from my garage on some December night, I would don a snowsuit and boots, gloves, and a WWII gas mask, just for the trip. And those little eyebrow centipedes? I don’t like those either. One time I was cleaning out a backpack, one that I had left in my room, and reaching into one of the pockets I gripped one with my fingers. I flipped my shit of course. Or when I am shining my boots and one of those bastard crickets jumps out of them. I really hate that. As for amicable relationships with bugs, when I was at the academy, my roommate and I named this lady bug Dolores. I think that bugs scare us because they are so capable of violating our security. I mean, you go to sleep in YOUR ROOM, your castle, your sanctuary, and you happen to see this unnatractive creature staring you down from your laundry basket. It’s like, lock your doors, close the windows, and they still get in. And I never understood the problem people have with snakes. But then again, some fanatics carry hissing cockroaches in their pockets.
I read that the spotted camel cricket eats its own dead. Fitting.
But thought it was common knowledge that it’s bad luck to kill a spider. I’ve never killed one in my life…and I’ve shared living space with plenty of them. Leave 'em alone and they will show you the same respect. Same with snakes, wasps, bears, etc. It’s humans you can’t trust.
I have heard that one way we learn to be afraid of things is by watching the reactions of our parents (this goes for other prejudices besides arachnophobia (sp?)). My mother, who was terrified of earthworms, was careful not to convey this to us when we were young, and we sometimes had earthworm farms in egg cartons.
When she was a child, my mother’s siblings knew better than to try to scare her with an earthworm, because she would retaliate by finding a big snake and presenting it to the offender.
I picked up a fear of spiders from my father, but got over that (for the most part) through seeing so many different beautiful species of them. Here in Central Minnesota, there are some varieties of garden spiders that have orange, yellow and black markings on them.
And by the way, yes, I am a woman or a would have chosen Spider Man as a nickname. And I kind of like the tidy way the female spider cleans up after mating, and it’s efficient also. The energy she acquires from eating her mate’s body goes in part to create the webbing with which she protects her eggs. I guess it’s a form of spider child support. (Twice divorced–but I’m not bitter.)
That is scary…why would anyone do that?
Wow. Eats its own dead, hm. I knew it. Crickets are evil…
And about previous messages- I agree. I think Piere was out to get you, man. Spiders always have an ulterior motive.
Dear God. I opened the first page of this thread and nearly had a heart attack when I saw Wally’s name. ::deep breath::
What’s with people resurrecting ancient threads lately?
It’s fun?
I read that the spotted camel cricket eats its own dead. Fitting.
That is scary…why would anyone do that?
I saw some guy on TV who had an amicable relationship with bugs, and he said that he put them on his plates at restaurants and got free meals that way.
Shady.
I saw something on Guiness World Records about people who spit bugs. Yeah, they put bugs into their mouths (grasshoppers, I believe), and spit them out of their mouths for long distances.
And there’s the infamous beard of bees…that’s always been scary for me.
When we used to go to Padre games at Jack Murphy stadium, and sit in the nosebleed section, there was this old man who used to catch the huge moths attracted by the stadium lights and pretends to cough them up. It was really disgusting. Aahh, the good old days… 
As I recall, there was a guy who used to go to Anaheim Stadium’s nosebleed section, catch moths, and actually EAT them. :eek:
The things people will do to get on Television. :rolleyes: