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Posted by rjward97 on May 05, 2003 at 14:59:33:
In Reply to: A story, and explanation posted by birdznfrogs on May 04, 2003 at 13:46:25:
Oh man that is horrible... I was pretty much the opposite.. I would go into my grandparenst big ol' garage and catch.. BLACK WIDOWS.. lol I was screwed up lol.. I used to keep them in coffe cans and feed them horse flies and whatever else I could find. Well that is until one of the 'grown ups' would find my pet and let it go.. probably kill it.
But now I do get a little creeped out when I see a spider crawl across a wall in my house.. but I did have a pet tarantula I found wondering around inside my in-laws house(has since passed away) but I could never bring myself to hold it... eee
But sorry for your messed up childhood experience...
Roxanne
:Ok, in the post below you can see I don't like spiders. I think there creepy, gross, ugly, and don't ever want tp be near the smallest jumping spder. Well, ... I figure my experience that I had about the age of five caused me to hate them so much.
:I was five, and in my backyard... playing along and wanted to go back inside. So, I went to my opening gate. It was closed, and on the door was a huge orb web spider with its huge web. Ughh, I screamed..., and ran to my other backyard entrance. Once again the door was closed, and there was a huge orb web with its web. I screamed even louder, and was crying now cause I had no way out! Screaming, crying, sobbing, I ran to my treehouse. What do you know, there was another Huge icky spider!!! By this time I was howling, with screams, and tears. (LOL,I remeber it all so well.) I was just runninig around my backyard, and I'd see more, and more of the sick large things. My dad eventually heard me, and saved me from the giant gross things!!!
:Don't think I've EVER liked spiders since. Yuck, no thank you.
:Oh, I also hate earwigs, lol...
:SSSSSSteven
:And I live in southern ontario, lol. We don't even have tarantulas. The day a tarntula touches, me is the day I'll die, or go into cardiac arrest.
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