I have just gone down to the garage to fetch the washing from the dryer and an absolutely huge spider just dropped down, landing about 3mm from my hand. Seriously, it must have been 3 inches from top to toe - and we don't get spiders that big, generally. And it just hung there, looking at me malevolently while I freaked.

But that's not the worrying thing. Oh no.

It only had five legs.

Somewhere in my garage there is something that took on this monstrosity. And won.

...

Anyone want to fetch the next load from the dryer while I quietly rock and whimper in the background?

I mean, even Dean wouldn't tackle that motherfucker alone. Not without a flamethrower and a shitload of holy water.



I really, really, really do not like spiders. I don't kill them, because they've got as much right to live as anything, but that doesn't mean I want them anywhere near me.

From: [identity profile] burntcopper.livejournal.com


:volunteers:

<--loves spiders. Was raised to make nice noises at spiders, and let them go about their business, and not disturb their webs until they'd properly abandoned them. For a few reasons, but the main reason? THEY KILL MOSQUITOES. WHO DO NOT DESERVE TO LIVE AND SPREAD MALARIA AND GREAT ITCHY BITES AND WILL DIEDIEDIEIDIEIDIE... :ahem: DIIIIIIIEEEEEE!!!!!

:stabbity:

From: [identity profile] ci5rod.livejournal.com


Eep! I'm having similar fun with a huge spider which has decided my green bin is the business when it comes to places to spin webs from. I'm scared to put drag the bin onto the street to be emptied! I have to take it down this dark alleyway, and I'm sure the spider's just waiting for a chance like that to mug me!

From: [identity profile] beren-writes.livejournal.com


Ooh, you poor thing - I hate spiders too. We had one at home that we put a pint jug over and it moved it!

From: [identity profile] ashism.livejournal.com


Spiders do not have rights! They have eight legs!

I am freaking out for you.

From: [identity profile] skysha-tranqui.livejournal.com

Feeling v.v.v.sheepish


I've got the proverbial tail between my legs at the moment, and I'm sincerely hoping that my commenting to your personal LJ doesn't bug you.

I'm the annoying person who posted that stupid entry to the mckay_sheppard comm, and I just wanted to personally apologise to you for it. I didn't mean to scaremonger, I honestly just wanted to direct people's attention towards what, in the post, was made out to be a very real, and immediate, threat to fanfiction. So basically I'm an idiot! I really should've known better, and normally I do take more time to verify these kinds of things, but for some reason I didn't in this case.

I was going to delete the entry tomorrow, but I wanted to make sure those who had read it before had the chance to note the editing I did. Still, I'm actually kinda glad you kicked me out before I managed to do anything else idiotic!

Okay, going now, and promise not to bother you again - except, well, I find daddy-long-leg's scarier than spiders. I mean, they're basically spiders that can fly!

From: [identity profile] skysha-tranqui.livejournal.com

Re: Feeling v.v.v.sheepish


I've actually moved onto being very confused with the original post-er - just went and checked the post, and it's still up, and still unedited...which is really irritating, but it's the comments which are getting me at the mo.

The post-er posted it on the 14th, and has replied to several comments from the 15th - but only the ones who say they're gonna x-post about it. They've ignored several comments pointing out the mistakes that have been made, and then gone and thanked someone else for saying they'll spread the news. :s *blinks*

And after the 15th they haven't replied to any comments at all...me is thinking this is irresponsible!

Soz, went a bit rant-ish there!^^ Thanks for the forgiveness - you didn't have to, but it makes me feel a lot better! ♥
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