Nah I'd be fucked if I was haha. See plenty of them here.

Jumping Spiders are adorable, Sir Autism.

Nope, just wasps.

Everybody's naturally afraid, or at the very least cautious of spiders. An evolutionary reflex of sorts, to flee or remove a potential threat that could seriously harm you or even kill you.

So, when I look over and feel that tingling on my arm and see a big fucking spider sitting right there on my arm, my blood boils and everything in me says to get that thing off of me. So I just give it a little shake or a gust of wind, and either let it scurry off and do it's thing or pick it up in a cup and dump it off outside.

Personally, I can handle the small spiders, but when you get to quarter size and beyond than I use the cup. No sense squishing the poor bastard since it was just exploring, and after all, they do gods work here. There's a few of the fellows in the corner of our outside doorways and they catch all the demented flying critters.

Wasps!? Bitch pllleeeaassee!

I've held, petted, fed, and kept those things.

What the fuck?

You can literally walk away from a spider. No harm, no danger. A wasp? You can run away as fast as you can, and it will catch up to you. Words cannot describe how much I hate wasps.

What the fuck?

You can literally walk away from a spider. No harm, no danger. A wasp? You can run away as fast as you can, and it will catch up to you. Words cannot describe how much I hate wasps.

Stop hatin'.

Stop hatin'.

She's the only wasp I'd want to get close to.

She's the only wasp I'd want to get close to.

I'd sting her right in the-

Let me stop before I get lewd.

Speaking of spiders.