I have a far too intimate knowledge of spiders (well, of spiders in Texas) after being bitten by a brown recluse twice and a brown widow once. Fucking Texas. The inflamed, sweaty, humid asshole of America. I abhor it's existence. But not as much as these insanely paranoid-inducing motherfuckers.
Yeah, they're pretty creepy. I don't have arachnophobia or anything, but after the third bite (second near-fatal)...I'm pretty paranoid when I see anything moving in my room.
Also, I had a snake crawl up my toilet and onto my bathroom floor; it should be noted that when this happened, I was on the second floor of a house. Crazy thrill-seeking bastard. Luckily I wasn't on it, but I didn't shit on that thing for a good few months after that. Although after hearing some of Blob's stories over the years I don't think I really have anything to complain about. Australia is the real deal. Texas is like it's annoying younger brother.
Ed: Definitely brown, even the younger black widow's have the unmistakable hourglass mark and while they can be brown, no young'n is gonna be that large. Then again, it's not like that's much better...browns can kill you just as fast, just with a bit less...agony. Browns and blacks, watch out for 'em!
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