Okay, so I'm horrendously terrified of spiders... To the point of which I broke a bone and sprained an ankle jumping off of my loft bed to get away from a tiny house spider once. ...It was going to attack me, I know it. 
After 25 years I've had enough of being a complete wuss so I spent some time with a vendor at the White Plains expo and ended up buying a tarantula. She sent me home with what was described as a very "sweet" spider that wouldn't attack me and I could handle if I ever felt inclined to. ...sweet my ass, it has giant dripping fangs of doom!
No, but I actually like the coloration on it and it is rather... soft/fuzzy.
I've held it once... it walked up my arm and I freaked the hell out. My husband found much amusement in that. But anyway, that's my new fuzzy "friend", I named him/her Phobos.

After 25 years I've had enough of being a complete wuss so I spent some time with a vendor at the White Plains expo and ended up buying a tarantula. She sent me home with what was described as a very "sweet" spider that wouldn't attack me and I could handle if I ever felt inclined to. ...sweet my ass, it has giant dripping fangs of doom!
No, but I actually like the coloration on it and it is rather... soft/fuzzy.
I've held it once... it walked up my arm and I freaked the hell out. My husband found much amusement in that. But anyway, that's my new fuzzy "friend", I named him/her Phobos.



