Wow, you're lucky you're alive! I'll bet your mum was scared shitless!
I was just sleeping one night and felt something run across my chest and onto my shoulder. SMACK! I got him! Next thing I know, my shoulder swelled up the size of a baseball. The lump, I mean. So my wife called the doctor and they said I had to put the spider in a jar and bring it to the hospital. So we spent the next 20 minutes looking for its' remains......but I guess they're only lethal if you're allergic to them. Ah, well.
Now the black widow was a whole different story. Nobody ever told me the bastards could jump! So there I am, 32 years old playing with a black widow and she kicked my ass. Guess that's what I get, lol. But you don't know pain until you get bit by a black widow. I have been shot, stabbed, run over (fell off the pickup), you name it. I have plates in my neck, back and hip-a plastic knuckle and so on and so forth. I've broken most major bones in my body. When a black widow bites you, it's like fire in your veins-and there's no escaping it. And morphine does nothing.
We'll see if I ever play with them again. I'm flat-out scared of them, now. I just squish them and don't even give them the chance.
Mr. bimmer-a snake's a snake. If you can handle corn snakes and pythons, a rattler is cake. Them damn corn snakes can get real ugly real fast.





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