This is, honestly, one of the most horrific thoughts for me now. I would die. I would fuck right off this mortal coil. I would sink beneath the sour cranberry waves and drown, knowing the surface was spiderful, and there is no place there for me now. It belongs to the eight legged ones, and mankind’s reign has ended.
So wading in a cranberry bog is wading through a bunch of wolf spiders?
Yes. Never become a big keeper if you’re afraid of spiders. When the bog is flooded, and you wade in, they’re looking for a place to go, and you’re it
This is, honestly, one of the most horrific thoughts for me now. I would die. I would fuck right off this mortal coil. I would sink beneath the sour cranberry waves and drown, knowing the surface was spiderful, and there is no place there for me now. It belongs to the eight legged ones, and mankind’s reign has ended.