AlteredEgo
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I chose brown recluse. The idea of their bite is terrifying. I think they are all kind of scary, though I have affection for these kind of spiders. Florida also has these huge yellow spiders that live in the tops of trees and in the mangroves. I still have nightmares about them even though I moved to Virginia, where my garage is full of black widows.
I don't worry about black widows so much. Don't mess with them, they don't mess with you. We store lumber, fire wood, and homemade paper briquettes in the garage, and since the black widows love to live amongst those things, we wear gloves and use a log tool to pick up and inspect those items before bringing them into the house. Not that it matters as far as the firewood and briquettes go. Those things are immediately set on fire when we move them.
My house also hosts jumping spiders and wolf spiders. My policy is, don't touch me, and stay smaller than a nickel and you can be my arachnid roommate. If they get too big, I scream until my ex comes to relocate them; if he isn't home, they die. If they touch me, or my grandma, they die. One exception. There was a huge spider, looked kind of like a mini version of a daddy long legs. She was about to be relocated, but when she saw me, she turned into an eight-legged commando, doing somersaults and cartwheels. Anything THAT cool is welcome to live in my home with me.
I don't worry about black widows so much. Don't mess with them, they don't mess with you. We store lumber, fire wood, and homemade paper briquettes in the garage, and since the black widows love to live amongst those things, we wear gloves and use a log tool to pick up and inspect those items before bringing them into the house. Not that it matters as far as the firewood and briquettes go. Those things are immediately set on fire when we move them.
My house also hosts jumping spiders and wolf spiders. My policy is, don't touch me, and stay smaller than a nickel and you can be my arachnid roommate. If they get too big, I scream until my ex comes to relocate them; if he isn't home, they die. If they touch me, or my grandma, they die. One exception. There was a huge spider, looked kind of like a mini version of a daddy long legs. She was about to be relocated, but when she saw me, she turned into an eight-legged commando, doing somersaults and cartwheels. Anything THAT cool is welcome to live in my home with me.