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A Spider's Thoughts

I don't like spiders (but am not afraid of them)
If I find 'em inside they get smashed, if outside I leave them alone.

Just_Believe18 said:
Kill it with fire!
No...that is for wasps!
I hate those things :eek: & will back off from them. If i find a wasp-nest it gets sprayed with bug killer (late at night when they're in it) then the next night it gets burned to kill the eggs.
 
I am NEVER going to Australia!!!!

I love you Aussies, but not enough to come and visit!

Oh come now, living in Australia is just like living in the UK.

You just have to make sure to shake out your clothes and bedsheets before use. White tails find it incredibly comfortable to rest between two sheets of cotton, particularly during summer.

Also, always bash your shoes before you put them on. This is more of a redback's place to hide than a white tail, though they are almost equally venomous.

Always carry a long, metal object (preferably a rake) on the commute from your front door to your car. You should always be armed and ready for when a funnel web or a brown snake decides to challenge you.

When you get to your car, don't blindly open the doors. Check under the handles, it's one of the huntsman spider's favourite spots. The last thing you want is to feel one of those furry bastards between your fingers. Once inside, be sure to give your car a once-over for more huntsman spiders. Always check underneath the visor and on the back of your seat; you don't want one dropping from above you (or crawling onto your face from behind) when you're going 100km/h on the freeway surrounded by other vehicles.

If you ever decide to leave suburbia, don't be fooled by the apparent harmlessness of a kangaroo. If it decides to be aggressive, it can rip you apart like a rabid wolf.

If you go swimming, beware of the platypus. It may look like a cute, miniature duck/beaver hybrid, but the males have spurs on their hind limbs, the venom from which causes excruciating pain that can last for days, or even weeks. Morphine doesn't help.

If you're swimming and you spot a croc, you can take your chances by attempting to swim back to dry land, but you probably wont make it, and it'll probably take you between its jaws, drag you under, and maybe do a few death rolls until you're nothing but shredded meat.

If you're swimming and you don't spot a croc, then it's probably already sneaking up behind you and you're as good as dead.

If you go ankle deep in the ocean, you're pretty much asking to be stung by a box jellyfish. And if you go waist deep, you may as well cut yourself and dive into the shark tank at Seaworld.

On the plus side, if you've lived in Australia and decide to travel abroad, telling stories of all the deadly creatures you've been face-to-face with (and acting like it's no big deal) will make people think you're a badass and want to have sex with you.

"Australia; if you come here, you're probably going to die, but if you survive, the stories will get you laid" - Tourism Australia™

(You may not recognise this slogan, but that is because it roughly translates to "where the bloody hell are ya?" in Australian.) :lol:
 
I used to be terrified by spiders and couldn't sleep if there was one in my bedroom.

Now I kind of like them, and there are very very useful.

8 eyes...wonder how we would see each other like that..maybe I could pass as handsome (warping the warped ! :) ).
 
I always use the glass and card method to remove spiders from my flat.

I'm not so sure i could be so calm and rational about it if they were bigger than the glass though.

(i'm scared of wasps, so spiders are my friend!!!)

I am not a huge fan of spiders, they give me the jeepers.

And being Australia, I've had a few of those "bigger than can fit in a glass" kinds. Big enough that you don't really want to use a water jug either because it might crush its legs.

The best method so far is a bucket with some water in the bottom, and to scrape underneath of it. Unfortunately, like the internet gifs show, it is a dangerous method.
 
Oh come now, living in Australia is just like living in the UK.

You just have to make sure to shake out your clothes and bedsheets before use. White tails find it incredibly comfortable to rest between two sheets of cotton, particularly during summer.

Also, always bash your shoes before you put them on. This is more of a redback's place to hide than a white tail, though they are almost equally venomous.

Always carry a long, metal object (preferably a rake) on the commute from your front door to your car. You should always be armed and ready for when a funnel web or a brown snake decides to challenge you.

When you get to your car, don't blindly open the doors. Check under the handles, it's one of the huntsman spider's favourite spots. The last thing you want is to feel one of those furry bastards between your fingers. Once inside, be sure to give your car a once-over for more huntsman spiders. Always check underneath the visor and on the back of your seat; you don't want one dropping from above you (or crawling onto your face from behind) when you're going 100km/h on the freeway surrounded by other vehicles.

If you ever decide to leave suburbia, don't be fooled by the apparent harmlessness of a kangaroo. If it decides to be aggressive, it can rip you apart like a rabid wolf.

If you go swimming, beware of the platypus. It may look like a cute, miniature duck/beaver hybrid, but the males have spurs on their hind limbs, the venom from which causes excruciating pain that can last for days, or even weeks. Morphine doesn't help.

If you're swimming and you spot a croc, you can take your chances by attempting to swim back to dry land, but you probably wont make it, and it'll probably take you between its jaws, drag you under, and maybe do a few death rolls until you're nothing but shredded meat.

If you're swimming and you don't spot a croc, then it's probably already sneaking up behind you and you're as good as dead.

If you go ankle deep in the ocean, you're pretty much asking to be stung by a box jellyfish. And if you go waist deep, you may as well cut yourself and dive into the shark tank at Seaworld.

On the plus side, if you've lived in Australia and decide to travel abroad, telling stories of all the deadly creatures you've been face-to-face with (and acting like it's no big deal) will make people think you're a badass and want to have sex with you.

"Australia; if you come here, you're probably going to die, but if you survive, the stories will get you laid" - Tourism Australia™

(You may not recognise this slogan, but that is because it roughly translates to "where the bloody hell are ya?" in Australian.) :lol:

Speaking of this, had it a few weeks ago.

Was going 110km/h down the highway (in Sydney mind you, so everyone else is going 120km/h with their eyes closed, hazard lights on, upside down and on fire... cornflake box licenses) and I spotted a dark smudge on my back windscreen.

When I looked in my rear vision mirror... I saw it was big... furry ... and had legs. "OH FUN A HUNTSMAN!"

I clicked the rear window wiper... yep... inside with me.

My anus began to pucker as I noticed it start walking quickly around to the drivers side rear window "BALLSACKS!"

I opened my window (and the other side just for fun) in a last ditch hope that it would escape for glory.

I kept motoring along (no breakdown lanes) silently hoping that it had escaped...

"OH FUZZY HUNTMAN why do you find my upper left thigh so comfortable..." I screamed in a slightly more abrupt manner

I bitchslapped its furry backside into a dark corner of my car, with it instantly vanishing into some random crevice of my car.

My face was frozen just like this for those entire 8 minutes of high speed, dangerous driving.

fuck-that-bitch-scared-yao-l.png


Found it later that night after washing and vacuuming the car a fair while.
 
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