Tonight, I shall be watching
this, a loving and heartbreakingly poignant story of the life cycle of Australia's tarantulas.
I'm hoping it may make me less likely to have an embarrassing accident in the event I have the ?pleasure? of meeting big spiders next month.
I doubt it, though.
Although, spiders,
per se aren't the issue - it's the sheer size! I can't kill them anyways but seriously, killing a big one like that must be like stepping on a newborn. Can you imagine? ick.
We all know, don't we, deep in our hearts, that the girl who rescues worms after the rain (as well as a slug the other day)
really does contort herself around the 8 million webs on her front porch on a daily basis. I just can't bear to destroy that amazing web they've built nor one of their few chances at survival. Sometimes I even feed them.
But, the big ones, who's eyes you can look into? And fangs you can see? *shiver*
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