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Normally somebody would probably clap back and say some other shit, but I'm not gonna do that because I actually am I'm very not weird I'm just different. Very different.
How did you usually do it? Because I used to put them all in the same jar, set a camera up, and then come back in the morning and you see like legs hanging in the web. I know something went down. So I checked the camera and see the fight.
I'm a fuck where you're not scared of spiders. What the fuck do you mean by collect spiders? Like do you like pick them up and put them in a jar? What in the actual god give them fuck? Please go home, you rich homeless person.
Often, I'm literally always petrified as a little fucking eight-eyed fox. One time, I hallucinated seeing a spider in my room. I did not sleep in there for a week. I slept on the floor of my parents room and I'm more ashamed.
I am very scared of spiders. I can handle the babies when they're teeny tiny, but once they get to the size of of, you know, a dime or something like that then, nope, I'm gone. Burn the house down.
Hell yeah I saw I saw a spider on the wall earlier in the kitchen and I am I am Louis I'm avoiding the wall it's crazy it's not even there anymore and that's what scares me because I don't know what the fuck it went and it's gone and I don't know where it is