*has to stifle a laugh* Sorry for that, but just the irony of a Goth being afraid of spiders! They're not my favourite either, but in most cases stomping on/smashing them with a shoe or newspaper does the trick. Or the good old vacuum cleaner. I'm currently living in a peaceful co-existence with a daddy long-legs. I just remind it from time to time that as soon as it crosses my face it will be undone. Nevertheless, I'm incredibly glad that there aren't any big spiders around here, no tarantulas and stuff. When my sister did an au-pair year in Gilroy, California she once had an encounter with a tarantula sitting next to the t-shirt she was about to grab. *shudder* That would make me shriek aswell. o_O And then I'd kill it with a shoe and the moist cracking sound of the body bursting open would be one of the most satisfying sounds to me.
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Sorry for that, but just the irony of a Goth being afraid of spiders!
They're not my favourite either, but in most cases stomping on/smashing them with a shoe or newspaper does the trick. Or the good old vacuum cleaner. I'm currently living in a peaceful co-existence with a daddy long-legs. I just remind it from time to time that as soon as it crosses my face it will be undone.
Nevertheless, I'm incredibly glad that there aren't any big spiders around here, no tarantulas and stuff. When my sister did an au-pair year in Gilroy, California she once had an encounter with a tarantula sitting next to the t-shirt she was about to grab. *shudder* That would make me shriek aswell. o_O And then I'd kill it with a shoe and the moist cracking sound of the body bursting open would be one of the most satisfying sounds to me.