Tikkabik

We're just now coming out of a period of sucktastic weather -- we've finally had a few days of unbroken decent sunny days, albeit a bit cooler than we generally expect this time of year. But all that cold, wet weather has caused us to gain some unwanted tenants. Namely, arachnids. Loads of them.

Spiders and I get along. Spiders eat insects, and I hate insects. I also think spiders are just kind of neat. The whole eight legs and web-spinning thing is cool. But spiders and I get along for some solid reasons. Number one on the list is because I outmass them by several orders of magnitude. If it was more of a one to one ratio, I'd fear them. So when the spiders find their way into the house, for the most part, I don't mind. They're about the size of my pinky fingernail. That's not threatening, even if they are a bit alien.

But some of these spiders that I've seen in the house recently -- man, they're rejects from World of Warcraft. These Volkswagen-sized monstrosities are big enough to carry away goats and other small livestock in their mandibles. They're terrifying.

I'd take pictures, but I'm usually too busy holding my crotch to keep from peeing myself to bother.