Spiders rock. I'm trying to let my mom let me get a tarantula but this is the conversation that follows:
ME: "Hey, mom, can I have a tarantula?"
MOM: "Are you kidding?"
ME: "But they're FUZZY! and I'd get it de-poisoned."
MOM: "Yeah, right. You can have one when you move out of the house."
Don't smoosh spiders! Here's why:
a) they're cute in their little arachindy way- would you smoosh a butterfly?
b) they are living things! If one of your chickens was spider-sized, ould you smoosh it?
c) smooshing a spider is BAD LUCK!
Whatever you have there is probably not happy in captivity. Let it go in a field or something where less arachnid-loving people won't smoosh it.
That's me, the crazy girl who likes spiders and snakes.
However, I do have unexplainable phobias of pigs and lakes. Go figure.
ME: "Hey, mom, can I have a tarantula?"
MOM: "Are you kidding?"
ME: "But they're FUZZY! and I'd get it de-poisoned."
MOM: "Yeah, right. You can have one when you move out of the house."
Don't smoosh spiders! Here's why:
a) they're cute in their little arachindy way- would you smoosh a butterfly?
b) they are living things! If one of your chickens was spider-sized, ould you smoosh it?
c) smooshing a spider is BAD LUCK!
Whatever you have there is probably not happy in captivity. Let it go in a field or something where less arachnid-loving people won't smoosh it.
That's me, the crazy girl who likes spiders and snakes.
However, I do have unexplainable phobias of pigs and lakes. Go figure.
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