August 17, 2006

• I've always adored spiders of all shapes and sizes ever since I lived
  in the Philippines for six months as a child. We used to capture them
  and imprison them within matchboxes with a small cottonball drenched in
  water for moisture. In the boys washroom they would fight them against
  eachother upon a stick. The spiders would wrestle each other to the
  death and the loser would get spun into a cozy little cocoon of love. I
  had a cousin which I absolutely loathed; he tried to play with one of
  my spider minions and it bit him. That was great.

  You know how spiders that are very colorful are usually very poisonous?
  Yeah, I found one of those before. It was speckled in rainbow colours
  and was about the size of an adult tarantula. Stomped that sucker to
  death. You know how some spider mothers carry their 50 young on their
  backs? Stomped that sucker to death, watched all the cutie little
  babies crawl off mommy's back and stomped them to death aswell. You
  know how some spiders are as
  big as a squirrel? I watched my uncle spray that sucker to death.
  Surprisingly he didn't shoot it with his gun.

  I am usually kind to spiders and I show fear to no one. Today I was
  working under a deck and saw a huge black wolf spider. Seriously I
  haven't seen any domestic Canadian spiders this big, ever. It freaked
  me out, I wanted to punch that thing into the wall but it was too fast.

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