Oh Dear God!

I hate hate hate eight legged things. Big spiders scare the shit out of me. I have my older brother to thank for that.
 
Denny---<-----that's me! The male half

Why do I keep coming back and reading this creepy crap? It's nearly as scarry as some of the creepy Lit members.:rolleyes:

I'm not swimming in any river with Crocodile in it's name .
Yet we swam in the Suwannee river nearby with alligators watching us. If they don't have young, you don't bother them, or if you're not a dog you are safe.
I think!
 
Snakes? No worries

Tarantulas? No worries.

There is only one thing in this world that freaks me out and make me want to run the other way:

Centipedes, fair warning on whether or not you want to click that attachment because I shuddered just googling the pic.

The last one of those I saw in my house I heroically...threw the cat at it.

I went to a pet expo once where they had one those enormous ones from Brazil or somewhere down there that is big enough to eat a bird, my daughter said I turned white as a ghost. :eek:

Me, too. We once lived in a house where I found a centipede in the shower. We moved the next week.

{I don't recall if I took a shower during those few days, but it's doubtful.}
 
Freakin' water spider came up out of the drain in the bathtub and reminded me of this old thread.

I threw all three cats in the bathroom and shut the damn door.
 
For many North American First Nations, it's "Grandmother Spider," a very benign figure. She wraps the dead in shrouds and empties them so they will have no painful memories of the loved ones left behind when their spirits travel to the land of the dead. If you are surprised by a spider, you should thank Grandmother because it's a sign you will have good luck.

I rather prefer this view of the creatures to Western Civilization's horror story view.
 
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