Speaking of spiders!
There was this guy I knew, he was even more arachnophobic than me. I’ll call him Number 20 because that was his radio call sign. Anyway. 20 and I had a complicated relationship, and ultimately, he showed me that he was a gold-plated turd—could appear kind and conscientious, but was actually an asshole and a mess.
Some of Number 20’s “friends” thought it was funny to prank him by posting spiders on his Facebook page.
No matter how I felt about 20 at the time (anywhere from smitten to annoyed to “I’m gonna send this motherfucker down the garbage disposal”), I’d text him not to open Facebook, then yell at whoever posted the spider to get rid of it.
Don’t fuck with people’s phobias. That’s just a dick move.
He appreciated it every time.
I wonder how he’s doing. I hope he’s not an asshole to his wife and I hope she kills the spiders for him.
Anyway, tag your spiders please.
