QueenZone discussion #1030041

<font color=660066>Carol wrote: In fact, I'm usually the one who takes the a piece of paper and throws the spider outside. :P

<font color=660066>Carol wrote: What a convenient time to make this thread..! I was gonna check the mail, and a huge spider ran into my house! Careful word- choice there; it ran really fast, too. xD

magicalfreddiemercury wrote:

<font color=660066>Carol wrote: What a convenient time to make this thread..! I was gonna check the mail, and a huge spider ran into my house! Careful word- choice there; it ran really fast, too. xD

I have to say it - scurry. <shudder> That's the alternate word, yes? The very sound of it conjures up some pretty frightening mult-legged creatures in my mind. OMG. The words "multi-legged" apparently have the same effect on me... In all honesty, I don't mind spiders - not if they're outside somewhere. I figure, that's their house, so who am I to say a word about it? Also, I don't mind spiders that aren't moving. It's when those skinny little hairy legs get to twitching that the paralyzing tingles shoot up and down my spine. OMG... and when they walk/run/scurry/stretch or whatever you want to call it... damn it to freakin' hell. I can't stand it. No matter how brave and mature I try to be, it just doesn't happen for me. One day, ages ago, I found one of those chunky spiders in my house - you know the kind. The Rocky Balboas of spiderworld. Well, I figured, who better to kill a spider than... my cat. :-) I scooped her up and showed her the spider. It took a while for her to realize what it was, I guess, because she just sat there like she was expecting to be brushed or something. Well, when that dang spider started to move, I screamed so loud, I scared myself! Must have scared my sweet little killer kitty, too, because she bolted from the room, leaving me and a twitchin' eight-legger all alone. The best I could do was run to the kitchen, grab a glass, and cup it over the nasty critter. Thankfully, a friend of mine came over that evening and laugingly took the glass and spider into the yard. ** No disgusting creatures were hurt during the telling (or unfolding) of this true story. ** :-)

Janet wrote:

magicalfreddiemercury wrote:

<font color=660066>Carol wrote: What a convenient time to make this thread..! I was gonna check the mail, and a huge spider ran into my house! Careful word- choice there; it ran really fast, too. xD

I have to say it - scurry. <shudder> That's the alternate word, yes? The very sound of it conjures up some pretty frightening mult-legged creatures in my mind. OMG. The words "multi-legged" apparently have the same effect on me... In all honesty, I don't mind spiders - not if they're outside somewhere. I figure, that's their house, so who am I to say a word about it? Also, I don't mind spiders that aren't moving. It's when those skinny little hairy legs get to twitching that the paralyzing tingles shoot up and down my spine. OMG... and when they walk/run/scurry/stretch or whatever you want to call it... damn it to freakin' hell. I can't stand it. No matter how brave and mature I try to be, it just doesn't happen for me. One day, ages ago, I found one of those chunky spiders in my house - you know the kind. The Rocky Balboas of spiderworld. Well, I figured, who better to kill a spider than... my cat. :-) I scooped her up and showed her the spider. It took a while for her to realize what it was, I guess, because she just sat there like she was expecting to be brushed or something. Well, when that dang spider started to move, I screamed so loud, I scared myself! Must have scared my sweet little killer kitty, too, because she bolted from the room, leaving me and a twitchin' eight-legger all alone. The best I could do was run to the kitchen, grab a glass, and cup it over the nasty critter. Thankfully, a friend of mine came over that evening and laugingly took the glass and spider into the yard. ** No disgusting creatures were hurt during the telling (or unfolding) of this true story. ** :-)

lol! You sound like me! I am so terrified of them when they are running that I can't even kill them! My son has always wanted a pet tarantula, and I told him that the day he brought one home would be the day he moved out ;-) About two months ago he came home grinning and told me he had got a new pet. I said "You didn't!" He said "Absolutely not!" Turns out, he bought a scorpion *Yikes*! I told him that Mr. scorpion had to live elsewhere, so he now resides at my son's workplace. ;-)

joxerthepinkmohawkpirate wrote:

Janet wrote:

magicalfreddiemercury wrote:

<font color=660066>Carol wrote: What a convenient time to make this thread..! I was gonna check the mail, and a huge spider ran into my house! Careful word- choice there; it ran really fast, too. xD

I have to say it - scurry. <shudder> That's the alternate word, yes? The very sound of it conjures up some pretty frightening mult-legged creatures in my mind. OMG. The words "multi-legged" apparently have the same effect on me... In all honesty, I don't mind spiders - not if they're outside somewhere. I figure, that's their house, so who am I to say a word about it? Also, I don't mind spiders that aren't moving. It's when those skinny little hairy legs get to twitching that the paralyzing tingles shoot up and down my spine. OMG... and when they walk/run/scurry/stretch or whatever you want to call it... damn it to freakin' hell. I can't stand it. No matter how brave and mature I try to be, it just doesn't happen for me. One day, ages ago, I found one of those chunky spiders in my house - you know the kind. The Rocky Balboas of spiderworld. Well, I figured, who better to kill a spider than... my cat. :-) I scooped her up and showed her the spider. It took a while for her to realize what it was, I guess, because she just sat there like she was expecting to be brushed or something. Well, when that dang spider started to move, I screamed so loud, I scared myself! Must have scared my sweet little killer kitty, too, because she bolted from the room, leaving me and a twitchin' eight-legger all alone. The best I could do was run to the kitchen, grab a glass, and cup it over the nasty critter. Thankfully, a friend of mine came over that evening and laugingly took the glass and spider into the yard. ** No disgusting creatures were hurt during the telling (or unfolding) of this true story. ** :-)

lol! You sound like me! I am so terrified of them when they are running that I can't even kill them! My son has always wanted a pet tarantula, and I told him that the day he brought one home would be the day he moved out ;-) About two months ago he came home grinning and told me he had got a new pet. I said "You didn't!" He said "Absolutely not!" Turns out, he bought a scorpion *Yikes*! I told him that Mr. scorpion had to live elsewhere, so he now resides at my son's workplace. ;-)

a friend of mine is going through a pets phrase and she wants to get a tarantula and ive told her that i will not cross her doorway if she does

Mean Mistreater wrote: These are the kind of spiders I'm scared of the most...I once pulled back my sheets to get in bed...and a HUGE one was under the covers!!!!!!!link

<Font color=Wade>Deaky's<h6>Sad Microwa? wrote: Wade and I hate spiders...they are gross and hairy which reminds me...Freddie didn't like spiders either...never wanted to hurt them...but still didn't like them =)

QueenMercury46 wrote:

<Font color=Wade>Deaky's<h6>Sad Microwa? wrote: Wade and I hate spiders...they are gross and hairy which reminds me...Freddie didn't like spiders either...never wanted to hurt them...but still didn't like them =)

Where did you hear that?

<font color="green"><b> chickenlicious! wrote: a little reminiscent of ron weasley, yes?

<font color=#CC0099> *Killer Queen* wrote: :O OH yes My one and only fear. I hate them!!! I wish they could all DIE! DIE! Sometimes when I'm sleeping I wake up around 4am and I see huge spider in front of me, I jump out from the bed and turn on the lights and that little shit isn't there! My imagination....Oooohh...I hate them with a passion. It's disgusting to step on them, I have feeling that he will climb up on me :SSSSSS I would rather kill that shit with a gun->yes, they are that disgusting to me.... And those little fast legs....DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE..... lay off the acid,darling..I don't have a fear of spiders..I hate camel crickets..they are possessed But I have never actually killed one. . .

JoxerTheHaremMasterPirate wrote:

Janet wrote:

magicalfreddiemercury wrote:

<font color=660066>Carol wrote: What a convenient time to make this thread..! I was gonna check the mail, and a huge spider ran into my house! Careful word- choice there; it ran really fast, too. xD

I have to say it - scurry. <shudder> That's the alternate word, yes? The very sound of it conjures up some pretty frightening mult-legged creatures in my mind. OMG. The words "multi-legged" apparently have the same effect on me... In all honesty, I don't mind spiders - not if they're outside somewhere. I figure, that's their house, so who am I to say a word about it? Also, I don't mind spiders that aren't moving. It's when those skinny little hairy legs get to twitching that the paralyzing tingles shoot up and down my spine. OMG... and when they walk/run/scurry/stretch or whatever you want to call it... damn it to freakin' hell. I can't stand it. No matter how brave and mature I try to be, it just doesn't happen for me. One day, ages ago, I found one of those chunky spiders in my house - you know the kind. The Rocky Balboas of spiderworld. Well, I figured, who better to kill a spider than... my cat. :-) I scooped her up and showed her the spider. It took a while for her to realize what it was, I guess, because she just sat there like she was expecting to be brushed or something. Well, when that dang spider started to move, I screamed so loud, I scared myself! Must have scared my sweet little killer kitty, too, because she bolted from the room, leaving me and a twitchin' eight-legger all alone. The best I could do was run to the kitchen, grab a glass, and cup it over the nasty critter. Thankfully, a friend of mine came over that evening and laugingly took the glass and spider into the yard. ** No disgusting creatures were hurt during the telling (or unfolding) of this true story. ** :-)

lol! You sound like me! I am so terrified of them when they are running that I can't even kill them! My son has always wanted a pet tarantula, and I told him that the day he brought one home would be the day he moved out ;-) About two months ago he came home grinning and told me he had got a new pet. I said "You didn't!" He said "Absolutely not!" Turns out, he bought a scorpion *Yikes*! I told him that Mr. scorpion had to live elsewhere, so he now resides at my son's workplace. ;-)

a friend of mine is going through a pets phrase and she wants to get a tarantula and ive told her that i will not cross her doorway if she does

JoxerTheHaremMasterPirate wrote:

Janet wrote:

magicalfreddiemercury wrote:

<font color=660066>Carol wrote: What a convenient time to make this thread..! I was gonna check the mail, and a huge spider ran into my house! Careful word- choice there; it ran really fast, too. xD

I have to say it - scurry. <shudder> That's the alternate word, yes? The very sound of it conjures up some pretty frightening mult-legged creatures in my mind. OMG. The words "multi-legged" apparently have the same effect on me... In all honesty, I don't mind spiders - not if they're outside somewhere. I figure, that's their house, so who am I to say a word about it? Also, I don't mind spiders that aren't moving. It's when those skinny little hairy legs get to twitching that the paralyzing tingles shoot up and down my spine. OMG... and when they walk/run/scurry/stretch or whatever you want to call it... damn it to freakin' hell. I can't stand it. No matter how brave and mature I try to be, it just doesn't happen for me. One day, ages ago, I found one of those chunky spiders in my house - you know the kind. The Rocky Balboas of spiderworld. Well, I figured, who better to kill a spider than... my cat. :-) I scooped her up and showed her the spider. It took a while for her to realize what it was, I guess, because she just sat there like she was expecting to be brushed or something. Well, when that dang spider started to move, I screamed so loud, I scared myself! Must have scared my sweet little killer kitty, too, because she bolted from the room, leaving me and a twitchin' eight-legger all alone. The best I could do was run to the kitchen, grab a glass, and cup it over the nasty critter. Thankfully, a friend of mine came over that evening and laugingly took the glass and spider into the yard. ** No disgusting creatures were hurt during the telling (or unfolding) of this true story. ** :-)

lol! You sound like me! I am so terrified of them when they are running that I can't even kill them! My son has always wanted a pet tarantula, and I told him that the day he brought one home would be the day he moved out ;-) About two months ago he came home grinning and told me he had got a new pet. I said "You didn't!" He said "Absolutely not!" Turns out, he bought a scorpion *Yikes*! I told him that Mr. scorpion had to live elsewhere, so he now resides at my son's workplace. ;-)

a friend of mine is going through a pets phrase and she wants to get a tarantula and ive told her that i will not cross her doorway if she does

Mean Mistreater wrote: These are the kind of spiders I'm scared of the most...I once pulled back my sheets to get in bed...and a HUGE one was under the covers!!!!!!!link

Sparrow wrote: i hate bees more....

<font color=teal>Cookies?<h6>A Scientist wrote:

Sparrow wrote: i hate bees more....

"Ah! Bees!"-Homer Simpson

<font color=teal>Cookies?<h6>A Scientist wrote: ...Why was this thread revived? xD