I never kill spiders, not intentionally at least; (a) if it wasn't for them, we'd all be sitting around covered in flies, and (b) they've been around for about 300 million years (although their evolution actually began about 400 million years ago) so if anyone's the unwelcome intruders, it's us.
I'm usually the one catching the spiders in my house and putting them outside. Dad will if he can catch them, but these days he's often not fast enough; Mum won't hurt them but doesn't want to get that near.
I'm usually the one catching the spiders in my house and putting them outside. Dad will if he can catch them, but these days he's often not fast enough; Mum won't hurt them but doesn't want to get that near.

He is my Black Dragon (and yes, a good one) strong, protective, the guardian. I am his Silver Dragon, always by his side, shining for him, cherishing him.
Thank you muchly for the giggle! Absolutely describes me confronted by something with eight-legs.
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