(Except those cheating laser pointers. If I ever figure out where those damned things come from, there will be blood, I promise you.)

Anyway.

So it’s not spiders per se. But giant spiders? That’s a whole different tangle of yarn. (Yes, I could have said "kettle of fish", but I’m starting to get hungry.) Giant spiders generally only have one purpose, and that is to extract vengeance on the well-meaning furry mammals who have been innocently playing with their more diminutive kindred. It’s just a thing with them.

So, telling New Spidery Friend here that I’m a cat is probably not going to make it into Plan A. Some sort of dissembling until I can get away seems to be in order. Plan B: Spider Camouflage, front and center!

Spider Camouflage. *shudder* Even the sound of it gives me the creeps.

But spiders are fine. Lovely people. Salt of the earth, pillars of the community, etc.

(But just a little bit revolting, right? It’s not just me?)