Spider killing duty.
You’re up big guy.
That is all.
Seriously don’t dare flinch at the killing of small animal pests. Take basic precautions and then wade into the fray.
Related posts:
- Sexy Move: Neck Kissing For Social Dominance One of the weak spots on the human body is...
- Sexy Move: The Pass In The Shower This one is easy. Assuming you’re not rushing off to...
- Sexy Move: Be From New Zealand (Or Go Somewhere Else Far Away) I walked up to a girl recently and very calmly...
- Sexy Move: Pineapple Juice For Better Semen Flavor A reader question… “In recent conversations with two different groups...
- Sexy Move: The Use Of Tools Back in The Time Before Writing there were two males...
I suppose grabbing by the web, and running towards her with the spider still alive and dangling from it, is out of the question. But it was great fun in university; I made one girl in residence (whom I wasn't interested in) positively shriek in horror! Good times… I always wished I had a younger sister to torment – you know, draw mustaches on her Barbies, or worse, pull their heads off; that kinda thing…
When I was doing research on my series about grey divorce one of the articles talked about a woman who had started a blog about her exciting new life. The one post from the blog they decided to reference in the article was how she had removed a dead mouse from a mousetrap (the horror!). I'm guessing she called a professional in if she saw a spider.
Spider duty certainly goes without saying as a husband. My wife used to put cups on any spiders she saw if I wasn't around so I could kill them later. I never knew exactly what I would find when I lifted the cup.
Usually it was a spider or some other bug, but once it was a grape. Another time just as I was about to stomp on it I noticed the spider was smiling. I stopped mid stomp and picked up a toy spider she used for Halloween decoration.
Oh you can certainly have fun with the killing routine. Squealing girls = attraction lol.
LMAO at the grape under the cup Dalrock.
Heh, you never would've gotten one of my grandfathers on spider-killing duty. He was so petrified of the things that if he saw one in a room of his house, one of the other members of the family would have to go in and kill it, *and* show him the remains, before he'd go into the room himself. He also had a phobia of heights which he only discovered he had after joining the RAAF during the Second World War. D'oh!
LOL Zosimus. Not a first date story to tell though
There is some credence to what dalrock says. I regularly get dead mouse removal duty (live in a rural area and have a killer female kitty) and get little credit for it. Spiders on the other hand engender freaked out woman. Is this an example of the Savannah Principle (http://hambydammit.wordpress.com/2010/03/02/social-value-intelligence-and-evolution/) and the lack of killer rodents outside of Monty Python?
I have no clue why different animal freak different people out. Small critter killing is my job though.