While I try to let them chill for the most part, the eight legged bastard that descended from the ceiling in the middle of the room to just eye level with me got clapped like a bitch.
I had one plop off the ceiling onto my shoulder while I was working a few weeks ago. Took a pic and sent it to my daughters to remind them spiders are our friends and then took him off my shoulder and put him on the ground.
My philosophy… if he’s surviving in my house, he’s eating bugs and providing a service.
While I try to let them chill for the most part, the eight legged bastard that descended from the ceiling in the middle of the room to just eye level with me got clapped like a bitch.
I had one plop off the ceiling onto my shoulder while I was working a few weeks ago. Took a pic and sent it to my daughters to remind them spiders are our friends and then took him off my shoulder and put him on the ground.
My philosophy… if he’s surviving in my house, he’s eating bugs and providing a service.
They’re all good, until I notice them. That’s my policy
That guy is the reason why all spiders get the impediment of the doubt from me.
I aspire to never be this pathetic.