Somehow, my kid grew up afraid of bugs. He moved back in with me recently. I had a spider buddy in the kitchen, small, with a web in a corner. He’d been there all summer. We didn’t bother each other.
My kid got rid of him.
Fortunately, my kid doesn’t go in the garage much. He’d find the black widow residing in a corner which has been home to a black widow since before I moved in almost 30 years ago. I bought the house new-built, she moved in before me. She doesn’t bother me, I don’t bother her. In fact, I’m the interloper in her history. (Obviously, not the same black widow.)
Can you please write a metal-as-fuck version of Charlotte’s Web where your black widow blood line watches you work on cars, or just live life or whatever?
I am imagining her as kind of a black leather halloween catwoman punk or slutty version of the original, but only you can tell her real story.
Somehow, my kid grew up afraid of bugs. He moved back in with me recently. I had a spider buddy in the kitchen, small, with a web in a corner. He’d been there all summer. We didn’t bother each other.
My kid got rid of him.
Fortunately, my kid doesn’t go in the garage much. He’d find the black widow residing in a corner which has been home to a black widow since before I moved in almost 30 years ago. I bought the house new-built, she moved in before me. She doesn’t bother me, I don’t bother her. In fact, I’m the interloper in her history. (Obviously, not the same black widow.)
Can you please write a metal-as-fuck version of Charlotte’s Web where your black widow blood line watches you work on cars, or just live life or whatever?
I am imagining her as kind of a black leather halloween catwoman punk or slutty version of the original, but only you can tell her real story.
I don’t know how to tell you but spiders only live up to 3 years.
Good news: You missed a number of funerals.
Bad News: you missed a few birthdays
Depends on the species
I wonder how many kids get bit by black widow’s because their parents didn’t recognize them as dangerous