I just love spiders and snakes! (Take that Jim Stafford!!)
When I was but a wee lad we used to catch banana spiders. (K...they weren't really banana spiders but we called them that cuz it made us feal fearless...you know the ones I mean...huge black things with legspans to make Celeste Holme envious and cool yellow markings on their backs)
We would dig these circular trenches which would serve as our racetrack...paint a number on the spiders back and place bets on them as if they were horses (nudging them in the butt was perfectly acceptable and not considered cheating as they were far too small for a jockey and bribing them to perform was a tedious negotiation at best..."flies, I don't care for flies..too dry..can ya get me a plump young cricket...old ones are too chewey..you know the story)
I always fancied myself a bit of a spider whisperer and attribute that to the many winning races I have under my belt...I used to let them wander over my face and was never harmed by a one of them. (Kinda feel bad about the effects of the lead paint on their backs now but, what the hell did I know...I was a kid!)
Hmmmmmm..think I got sidetracked here...spiders in the house right? Yeah, I let them alone as long as they don't drop in front of my face on a silken thread while watching Arachniphobia on the Sci Fi channel...then I, in my startled state have been known to let the inner artist take over...creating liquid swirling hues of yellow and green and a dash of red to prove my point!
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*stepped on a five foot long water snake today while weedwacking the pond class (he was scared...me, I'm fearless)