A few minutes ago I'm outside / in my garage on my landline talking to one of you donks and this huge Black Widow kinda introduced itself to me.
By introduced, I mean scurried down it's spider threads and just kinda hung out there...Sorta in front of my face just daring me to do something about it.
My reaction? Awww...what a cute
little big ass spider you are.
My end game? Get a couple of paper towels and capture him / her (prolly a her) and release it in the street.
Backstory, I've been bit by a baby widder in my bed a few years ago cause I suppose I rolled over on it, and I know that these things produce a trillion offspring, but why am I such a poosay that I can't kill them ?
Random thoughts - Suxbnme