I'd like to get the twins . . .
Huh? What ! ! !
No, no Lovey . . . i was just day dreaming . . . about, about . . . pneumatics ! ! ! . . . yeah, that's it . . . pneumatic pumps . . .
Dammit, those little fockers(tarantulas) have life spans of 15-30 years.
Screw that. I was thinking it would be like a goldfish.
Then again, if I ever get sick of it, I could always put it in some unsuspecting neighbor's car.
Slappy Doo Hoo wrote:Piffka, that's just gross. Didn't he think for a second, that maybe sucking them up in a hand vac wouldn't kill them?
I grossed out Slappy Doo Hoo??? <thud>
Did you miss the part where it was my brother-in-law? BiL's do goofy stuff like that. It is their job.
you grossed out Slappy....
that deserves a special mention!;-)
We's plenty of spiders & snakes here in Florida...
I once tried to suck up a giant spider with the no-attachment vacuum hose, and the spider was so honkin' big, it set its legs on the outer circumference of the hose & held on, refusing to be sucked up! Geez, I had to turn off the vacuum, bang the hose to dislodge the spider... killed it with a rather large book.
THEN (here's my car story), I was driving to work one day and saw what I thought was a cocoon stuck in the window, where it closed (driver's side, of course). When I got to work and rolled the window down, I discovered it was a little lizard whose back I'd accidentally broken when I rolled the car window up!
Gross! At least I didn't know what it was until after I'd stopped. Coulda had a traffic problem, there.
At the time I worked at a pest control business, and the sprayer-guy was too afraid to remove the still-moving lizard from the window. I got a 2nd (less squeamish) guy to do it. Blick!
I am horrible about spiders of all sizes. Can't stand killing them cause I swear they're gonna come back and get me.
HUGE peeve with me is when Bear parks my vehicle under the tree's or leaves the sunroof or windows open. He knows this. Still does it. Thinks I'm being a baby, I guess. But one day I'll have to choose between firey death and being touched by a spider. It won't be pretty.
I look at those fiery death pictures nearly every day.
I make friends with spiders.
We used to get Huntsman spiders in the house all the time in Canberra. I found that if you gave them a name, like 'Gertrude' you found it very hard to hate or fear them. I'm in the Beth camp. Except for the fiery death pictures.
Am I the only person on earth who remembers nothing about Annie Hall? Spiders? I thought it was lobsters...and she wore hats...and he....no, I don't remember.
I had a friend who lost a quarter of her face from a spider bite.
I have been bitten by any number of things including several varieties of ticks, but no spiders.
Joe(Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever is no pic-a-nic.)Nation
If you don't remember the hilarious scene in which she calls Woody over to kill a spider, you can hardly say that you remember the movie at all.
Go sit in the corner, Joe, and don't come out until you can recite at least five of Diane Keaton's lines.
i work in a greenhouse, many spiders, i've been bitten more times than i care to think about
interestingly enough, the flaming lips have a song which addresses both parts of this threads title
The Spiderbite Song
The Flaming Lips
When you got that spider bite on your hand
I thought we would have to break up the band
To lose your arm would surely upset your brain
The poison then could reach your heart from a vein
I was glad that it didn't destroy you
How sad that would be
Cause if it destroyed you
It would destroy me
When you had that accident in your car
That whole thing just really seemed too bizarre
Dodging holes and telephone poles through the dash
A million to one that you would survive such a crash
I was glad that it didn't destroy you
How sad that would be
Cause if it destroyed you
It would destroy me
When you fell in love, it was so sweet
So devoted, completely swept off your feet
Love is the greatest thing a heart can know
But the hole that it leaves in its absence can make you feel so low
And I was glad that it didn't destroy you
How sad that would be
Cause if it destroyed you
It would destroy me
Joe Nation wrote:Am I the only person on earth who remembers nothing about Annie Hall? Spiders? I thought it was lobsters...and she wore hats...and he....no, I don't remember.
I had a friend who lost a quarter of her face from a spider bite.
I have been bitten by any number of things including several varieties of ticks, but no spiders.
Joe(Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever is no pic-a-nic.)Nation
Sorry about your friend. What kind of spider?
You need to see Annie Hall again, that is a great scene! There
was also a lobster scene, too. I just checked because it's been so long since I've seen the film. When I did I found some stuff you may not know if you didn't read IMDB:
Quote:During the lobster-cooking scene Annie runs and retrieves a camera to take pictures of Alvy dealing with the crustaceans. Later, when Alvy runs over to Annie's house to smash a spider, the series of photos Annie took is on the wall in the background.
Urrrgh, what a choice. I don't like the idea of a fire filled death, but then... spiders.
As a kid I got big reactions from spider bites, as in, say, a four inch diameter swelling at the ankle... but I didn't see the spiders.
First serious spider I remember was from an strannnnnnge husband of a straaaaaaange aunt, who came into my less strange aunt's house with a tarantula in a jar. I was seven. I was horrified.
Then there was the Dr. No movie, or some other James Bond thing.
But, my spider phobia started before that, I think. Somewhere between strange husband and Dr. No.
Anyway, sadly, I have have some sort of phantasm dreams, where once or twice a year I wake up hysterical - it's immediate, there I am hysterical - trying to get away from the spider. By now I recognize it as I am leaping, it's that damn dream again. I think it is on some programmatic circuit. Luckily it isn't triggered by chocolate...
I do hope that when I get alzheimer's this isn't winning circuit, and I'm not kidding, very much.
In awake life, I can let a daddy long legs live, as I can the lil biddy ones.
Black widows, yikes, and we had them in LA. I am a mess of needing to kill it and needing to get away. (oh, JOHN!!!!!!) Luckily I didn't see too many, though they were around once in a while.
There are some particularly big and hairy fellows here, but not yet in my own yard, for whatever reason.
Another spider song:
Dune Buggy - Presidents of the USA
A little blind spider took the wheel
Navigatin' grass blades completely by feel
Gotta sassy chassy sparkle in the sun
All four small bald fat tires rockin' through the sand and burnin' up
Little dune buggy in the sand
Little blue dune buggy in my hand
Okay I got a rubber band motor hummin' on the beach ready for fun
Quit spinnin' that web and come out and play in the sun
Eight thimble sized cylinders to be as smooth as you please
Spider's bad ass fat old abdomen stuck in the bucket seat
Little dune buggy in the sand
Little blue dune buggy in my hand
Squishy transmission was caught in drive
Spiderman was squintin' at the sand and the sky
Spiderwoman in the front seat screamin' go go go
He's ridin' the accelerator down to the floor with his fuzzy little toe oe oe oe oe
Little dune buggy in the sand
Little blue dune buggy in my hand
Little blue dune buggy
Little blue dune buggy
Little blue dune buggy
Little blue dune buggy
Little blue dune buggy
Little blue dune buggy
Little blue dune buggy
Little blue dune buggy
Little blue dune buggy
hingehead wrote:We used to get Huntsman spiders in the house all the time in Canberra. I found that if you gave them a name, like 'Gertrude' you found it very hard to hate or fear them. I'm in the Beth camp. Except for the fiery death pictures.
Uh, no...it's like making friends with Satan. All creatures on this earth were created by God and Satan got jealous. So he created spiders. Straight from hell, I tell ya.
Joe Nation wrote:
I had a friend who lost a quarter of her face from a spider bite.
THIS is a perfect reason to hate spiders.
ossobuco wrote:
Anyway, sadly, I have have some sort of phantasm dreams, where once or twice a year I wake up hysterical - it's immediate, there I am hysterical - trying to get away from the spider. By now I recognize it as I am leaping, it's that damn dream again. I think it is on some programmatic circuit. Luckily it isn't triggered by chocolate...
I do hope that when I get alzheimer's this isn't winning circuit, and I'm not kidding, very much.
Oh my goodness...I've nearly killed my husband several times with dreams where I am trying to get away from a spider. I call them Spidermares. I've literally jumped up and scrambled over him to get out of bed, thrashed about and hit him (accidentally) and screamed in the middle of the night. These dreams are HORRIFYING. Usually I am sleeping in my dream and wake up to see a spider on the wall next to my head, coming down at me, etc....
I hear ya about the circuit thingy...
