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Why am I in a bath in the first place? Is the shower broken? Did the spider break it? Are we talking a Charlotte-tier spider, or just one of those underachieving spiders who make normal webs?
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markrichardb: Death is too good for them, they must suffer as I have suffered and be made to play Daikatana.
The Count of John Romero was a really confusing movie.
I have an agreement with my wife, if the spider is outside I leave it alone if it's not a brown recluse or a black widow. But, if any spider is in the house it dies. So if I found one in the bathtub I would smash it to a pulp with no remorse.
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Emob78: Look at it this way. If you kill the spider, you'll lose what small chance you had at becoming Spiderman.
And knowing that your inaction killed uncle Ben

'Stomp'


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bela555: I would eat it o.O
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tinyE: Thank you Renfield. :D
It was just a raisin >_>
Post edited April 16, 2016 by ScotchMonkey
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gamesfreak64: just because i was born in holland doesnt mean i am a nutcase :D
....I wasn't suspicious until you said that.
Sounds like something a nutcase born in Holland would say.
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gamesfreak64: just because i was born in holland doesnt mean i am a nutcase :D
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zeogold: ....I wasn't suspicious until you said that.
Sounds like something a nutcase born in Holland would say.
Probably lives in windmill. A clear sign of insanity, especially in Holland!
Which country was it again, that fried spiders are a delicacy and even so common as to be served from street peddlers too, especially during festivals?

Ah, i remembered...

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fried_spider
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Z_UndhO2ME
Post edited April 16, 2016 by KiNgBrAdLeY7
Yup, as they are always tiny cute little things.
The horror! The horror! Never! Also what's a bath.. ^^
I definitely love our eight-legged arachnids, but there was one time that I had no choice but to blow one away.

There I was, sitting at a red light, looking ahead when all of the sudden this tiny blurry thing began to slowly descend, weave and bob in front of my face. The light was just about to change when my eyes finally crossed and focused upon a fairly small spider which seemed to be just casually repelling down from the roof of my car's interior.

He was probably a good four inches from my nose, but when the light changed and I accelerated, the force of the acceleration swung him back towards me like Tarzan.

Not wanting a nose encounter of the 3rd kind, I pursed my lips and kept trying to blow the little fellow away from my face, in quick short puffs: whoo.. whoo... whoo...

Well, that had all the effect of getting him going in a nice elliptical motion where he was away from my face one moment, only to appear on the other side as close and personal as a 3D movie.

How I managed to keep him swinging while I was negotiating traffic was due to the fact that I was only on a two lane road with light traffic, but did eventually come to a stop at a stop sign causing him to swing forward and me to duck.

At that point, he was still dangling, a little bit of wobble as he was trying to keep his own equilibrium. I rolled down the window, grabbed his anchored thread from the roof and gently placed him outside on the car door, rolling the window up like a mad man.

People behind me were going nuts because I took a bit more than 20 seconds at the stop sign, but if they had been sitting in my seat, they would have been a bit more understanding.
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JDelekto: I definitely love our eight-legged arachnids, but there was one time that I had no choice but to blow one away.

There I was, sitting at a red light, looking ahead when all of the sudden this tiny blurry thing began to slowly descend, weave and bob in front of my face. The light was just about to change when my eyes finally crossed and focused upon a fairly small spider which seemed to be just casually repelling down from the roof of my car's interior.

He was probably a good four inches from my nose, but when the light changed and I accelerated, the force of the acceleration swung him back towards me like Tarzan.

Not wanting a nose encounter of the 3rd kind, I pursed my lips and kept trying to blow the little fellow away from my face, in quick short puffs: whoo.. whoo... whoo...

Well, that had all the effect of getting him going in a nice elliptical motion where he was away from my face one moment, only to appear on the other side as close and personal as a 3D movie.

How I managed to keep him swinging while I was negotiating traffic was due to the fact that I was only on a two lane road with light traffic, but did eventually come to a stop at a stop sign causing him to swing forward and me to duck.

At that point, he was still dangling, a little bit of wobble as he was trying to keep his own equilibrium. I rolled down the window, grabbed his anchored thread from the roof and gently placed him outside on the car door, rolling the window up like a mad man.

People behind me were going nuts because I took a bit more than 20 seconds at the stop sign, but if they had been sitting in my seat, they would have been a bit more understanding.
That was the most exciting thing I've read all day.
I would flush it out. I hate insects and can't stand them.
Post edited April 16, 2016 by Matruchus
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Matruchus: I hate insects and can't stand them.
Good thing spiders aren't insects.
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Fairfox: Would you rescue it? Would you drown it? Would you smash it with your shoe? Or fist? Or forehead?

Would you name it? Would you pet it? Would you love it?

How are you with creepy-crawlies? Do you shriek and stand on a chair, hands waving, or are you nonplussed? Does it come down to shape and size, and type? Are you fine with money spiders but don't like the long-legged self-aware mofos? Is that a bit mean?

That last-but-one sentence is me. Possibly some others in there too, but then there were a few sentences, so, y'know, mystery!
Depends on the details. In most cases yes. If it looks big and unusual I'll lock the door and call a catcher; might be a rare specimen escaped from somewhere. If it looks big and unusual and I'm in the bathtub too I' try my best to not die of a cardiac infarction while screaming like a little girl ;)

If the spider looks like this spider I hopefully not drown myself, having slept in dreaming while being in the tub.
Post edited April 16, 2016 by anothername
I for sure wouldn't rescue these...
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Emob78: Look at it this way. If you kill the spider, you'll lose what small chance you had at becoming Spiderman.
Unless the spider crawled out of a radio active waste site or you are near such a site, then that chance is very very very low indeed. More than likely you avoided a future small red bump.