Those don't cause near the heart palpitations of house centipedes.Google : desert spiders .... I dare you.
Of course, if one was on me, I would still be doing the icky dance to try to get it off.
Those don't cause near the heart palpitations of house centipedes.Google : desert spiders .... I dare you.
If that day comes that will also mark the day I buy a gun.funny thing about that... I was reading a paper on that in which it was laid out like this. people laugh when we are afraid of little spiders, we scream and run, we are naturally wired to be afraid of them. why is that? because at some point in the far past there was something that looked or moved like a spider that if it got to us would kill us in a instant. This means for practical purposes that when it was warmer on this planet, much warmer, there was a LARGE creature that was spider like that would attack us. now we know that largest size that an arthropods body can support on our planet is about 1-1.5 feet in dimension.(don't count the giant deep water arthropods, thats a little different since they have gills. the limiting factor is their cardiovascular system. land arthropods don't have lungs, they have air-holes to exchange gas all over their bodies) in very warm parts of the world(Australia, South America) there are spiders of this size. Basically, the planet has been MUCH COOLER with the ice ages and the insects have been much smaller for most of our modern existence on this planet, but we are getting warmer, and if we keep getting warmer we may see those giant eight legged freaks again!
With that avatar...My general rule is that anything with more than 4 legs can go fuck itself.
Below the thunders of the upper deep;Jellyfish and deep, dark water, both of which only manifested themselves during the Boy Scouts' annual trip to the archipelago. Our local troop had its own motor boat, and every group would get a few days of sailing done every summer. It was nice, but I couldn't bring myself to swim if I couldn't see the bottom. And after one year when we saw a lot of jellyfish swimming about the boat my refusal to get into water grew that much stronger.
For the record, that's not silly.When I was child I fell in gravel somewhere and scraped my knee. I also got the gravel stuck in would so my mom had to tweeze the teensy rocks out.
After that the night mare started and has persisted into my adult years. In it I am just hanging out somewhere, like my back yard, when my hands begins to get itchy. I scratch the back of it and it feels...wrong. Lumpy. Hard.
Sometimes, around this point, I realize I'm having that nightmare again and I try to ignore the feeling...however it goes beyond itchy. It burns and pricks. I NEED to touch it, to relieve it. So I scratch and the flesh tears away. Sometimes I sob like a little kid, other times I'm trying to convince myself to just stop.
There's no blood, just flaking flesh, as if I'm made of dried leaves. Then I see it. A twisted, black pine cone looking thing is in my hand...and it's taking root.
I always wake up around this time. I don't see what the roots do.
My husband loves making fun of this nightmare because it is silly.
Cartoon version of a face hugger smoking a cigarette? Funny.
If face huggers were real? Fucking terrifying.
When I was 13, I turfed it riding my bike and cut my hand open. There was a pebble inside the gash, under the flap of skin. I still have the scar from the stitches.When I was child I fell in gravel somewhere and scraped my knee. I also got the gravel stuck in would so my mom had to tweeze the teensy rocks out.
I once fell on the wayside from the bike and slid on cement with my thigh... my whole leg was all scabbed over with a pattern that i found kinda cool...When I was 13, I turfed it riding my bike and cut my hand open. There was a pebble inside the gash, under the flap of skin. I still have the scar from the stitches.
You... you fiend!I think this should do for now, thanks everyone.
We'll be seeing you soon.
Clever.I think this should do for now, thanks everyone.
We'll be seeing you soon.
Because that's how the Predator gets you.Oh, I have no issue with darkness if I'm inside, or even if I'm outside, but within 10 - 15 feet of my house; and strangely, if I'm in the complete middle of nowhere, in the mountains where some of those predators actually live I have no problem. My biggest issue seems go come in rural farmland areas. Makes no damn sense to me at all. I love the night sky, out in the country where you can actually see stars instead of just light pollution from the nearest city, and I love the lack of man-made sounds and the proliferation of natural sounds, like crickets, or cicadas, or frogs, or whatever is native to the area; but rural farmland, or even lightly wooded acreage, and I'm a complete coward, jumping at every sound bigger than a bullfrog.
I get a feeling that encounter would be more comical than scary.What do you drive, what are your fears, what are your health problems.... we are really making it easy for Team ShegoRelm
Oh reallyWhen a bunch of amputees show up at my door, I'll take comfort in knowing that they're all unarmed.
Hey, if they can get 3 talking pigs and a Big Bad Wolf (not a regular one girls, that's just a mean dog, plenty of those around here) i won't even mind being tortured to death...What do you drive, what are your fears, what are your health problems.... we are really making it easy for Team ShegoRelm