I was sitting in my hot tub last night, and there in the tub with me was a small spider floating around, kicking his legs, and looking like he was having a grand ole time. I imagine he must have had some back pain after all of the webs he weaved that day.
Here am I, trying to figure out how I'm going to get this thing out of the tub without touching him, because we all know that if I were to scoop him out with my hand, there is a very good possibility he would cling to me, bite me, then I would instantly be paralyzed, then slip under the water and die.
Well, I have a little, yellow rubber ducky that entertains me. (Not only do I enjoy singing in the car, I sing in the hot tub. I make a great Ernie impression of "Rubber Ducky, You're the One!") This rubber ducky was my salvation. I used him as the device to lift the spider out of the tub.
The spider no longer has to worry about back pain. Once he was lifted out of the tub and placed on the steps, I quickly grabbed my sandal and stomped the life out of him. I had to make sure I killed him because if I hadn't, there would be a possibility he would be on the step when I left the hot tub, then he would jump onto my leg, bite me, then I would immediately be paralyzed, fall over and die.
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Where we live, I have seen Black Widow spiders in our window wells and in our garage. I keep bottles of spider and insect killer around for these scary creatures. When I see one, I drain about half of a 30-ounce bottle onto her and her creepy lair. As long as the thing is still moving, then she is alive, therefore, I need to keep spraying until she stops moving....right?
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I saw some interesting spiders in Brazil. I once sprayed an entire bottle of my Adidas cologne on a tarantula in an effort to douse him with enough alcohol so that I could torch him. What I learned about tarantulas is that they have some type of a waxy coating over their hair, so the stupid thing did not become flammable. In all my attempts of starting the thing on fire, he just stood up on it's hind legs and waived his leg at me as if to say, "neener, neener, neener!"
Now, if I smell Adidas cologne, I have an immediate memory of large spiders.
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Why do we fear spiders so much? Tell me some of your spider experiences.....
Here am I, trying to figure out how I'm going to get this thing out of the tub without touching him, because we all know that if I were to scoop him out with my hand, there is a very good possibility he would cling to me, bite me, then I would instantly be paralyzed, then slip under the water and die.
Well, I have a little, yellow rubber ducky that entertains me. (Not only do I enjoy singing in the car, I sing in the hot tub. I make a great Ernie impression of "Rubber Ducky, You're the One!") This rubber ducky was my salvation. I used him as the device to lift the spider out of the tub.
The spider no longer has to worry about back pain. Once he was lifted out of the tub and placed on the steps, I quickly grabbed my sandal and stomped the life out of him. I had to make sure I killed him because if I hadn't, there would be a possibility he would be on the step when I left the hot tub, then he would jump onto my leg, bite me, then I would immediately be paralyzed, fall over and die.
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Where we live, I have seen Black Widow spiders in our window wells and in our garage. I keep bottles of spider and insect killer around for these scary creatures. When I see one, I drain about half of a 30-ounce bottle onto her and her creepy lair. As long as the thing is still moving, then she is alive, therefore, I need to keep spraying until she stops moving....right?
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I saw some interesting spiders in Brazil. I once sprayed an entire bottle of my Adidas cologne on a tarantula in an effort to douse him with enough alcohol so that I could torch him. What I learned about tarantulas is that they have some type of a waxy coating over their hair, so the stupid thing did not become flammable. In all my attempts of starting the thing on fire, he just stood up on it's hind legs and waived his leg at me as if to say, "neener, neener, neener!"
Now, if I smell Adidas cologne, I have an immediate memory of large spiders.
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Why do we fear spiders so much? Tell me some of your spider experiences.....
In my first area of Virginia while I was a missionary my companion and I climbed into the loft of the barn in search of the kittens we could hear. We found the kittens and were playing with them when I glanced up at the roof. There in the beams was the most gigantic spider I had ever seen. Its body was not so huge, but it's legs spanned about a foot in diameter. Needless to say the kittens were forgotten and we made a hasty retreat. Because as everyone knows a spider that big is just waiting to jump on you and bite you and then wrap you up and save you for a bedtime snack. We went back to the barn in search of more kittens and everytime we looked first for large creepy spiders but we never saw another one.
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