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“Sex-crazed spiders the size of mice are planning to invade Sussex this autum.” Literal quote, except for the underline.
What the bloody hell has happened to the country newspaper business in England? No more proof-readers? What the hell good are Oxford and Cambridge, any more?
And “planning” from a class that has not been capable of terror plots since the horrific “Tarantula” (1955-UI)? Anthropomorphism of the rankest sort, I say.
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Good luck with the infestation. Too bad you don’t have any DDT.

Totally with you there…at least we don’t live in a part of the world where the spiders are so big that they catch birds *ick*.

Creepy-crawlies don’t bother me at all…until you turn out the lights. In the dark, the though of nasty little arthropods crawling around turn me into a quivering coward. I’d rather have a 6-ft. alligator investigating my bedroom than find something tiny crawling on me under the covers. Brr-rr-rr!

They obviously have NY Post envy.

I saw a story like that about another part of England.

Do they write it every year?

A friend, asked how she stood on spiders, once said, “As fast and firmly as I can.” Me, too. I detest them so much, I find look-alike seafood revolting.

Read that the Remainacs are going to disrupt the last night of the Proms.

I have no problem with most spiders. My mother, who grew up in prairie-land Canada and in Florida, always told me to let spiders be, because “They kill other things.” Like roaches and the like. That said, I don’t care for spiders in my car. There are little pale ones who turn up from time to time on the outside of my dark car, and I sweep them off or kill them outright. Because a few years ago, I was sitting at a light in my big Buick Park Avenue, and a *large* pale spider swung down in front of my face! I killed it quick, and made a point to keep any others out of my car.

Still, better a benign (meaning non-venomous) spider than one of those large cockroaches. Remind me to tell you all sometime of the night when I woke in bed, thinking my cat Oreo was tickling my ear with her whiskers — and it turned out she wasn’t even in the room.

Come to think of it, that is the story. Never mind.

Hmm, looks a bit like the grass spiders that run around in my yard.

Except quite a bit bigger.

Could be worse. There’s some village over in Cambodia or some such that is overrun with tarantulas.

Ric Fan, I read that too. That will make them so popular.

Like the (white) Black Lives Matter kids disrupting air traffic.