Once when we visited a small snake and spider zoo one of the idiot staff thought it funny to come from behind me and put a spider on my arm, without warning, A big, hairy one. My yell was probably heard in the next city. The spider flew through the air and took some damage on landing but survived. The idiot staff member survived because I was peeled from his throat (slight exaggeration there). That was a few decades ago but I still remember the ugly hairy huge thing on my forearm and the primal unthinking reflex sending it flying away from me.
All that to say, I wouldn’t be standing on my desk like that, I would have a huge book or even computer in my hands to squash anything coming close to me. Then I would make the spider owner eat it.
I am not arachnophobic. I just hate the things. :)
When I was in 4th grade (several decades ago), before we moved that year we lived in the Florida panhandle. For science class, with teacher permission, we were allowed to bring in small animals. This was rural Florida near the water.
One day a kid was allowed to bring in his pet alligator – only 3 feet long. It got out of its box RIGHT NEXT TO MY SEAT. I am not afraid of gators, nor was I then – but I’m not stupid, either. That critter didn’t know me from dinner. I was in the seat furthest from the door, and I was first out through the door.
It was a cute little thing, though. And it got us extra recess time while the teacher got it back in the box, with the kid’s help, and they both got reamed out by the principal. Black widow in a jar – OK (ME!) – 3 foot gator in a flimsy box- NOT OK.
Templo S.U.D. over 6 years ago
Even my second and third grade teacher (they were the same person) had a classroom tarantula. I was a bit scared stiff of it perched on my arm.
cabalonrye over 6 years ago
Once when we visited a small snake and spider zoo one of the idiot staff thought it funny to come from behind me and put a spider on my arm, without warning, A big, hairy one. My yell was probably heard in the next city. The spider flew through the air and took some damage on landing but survived. The idiot staff member survived because I was peeled from his throat (slight exaggeration there). That was a few decades ago but I still remember the ugly hairy huge thing on my forearm and the primal unthinking reflex sending it flying away from me.
All that to say, I wouldn’t be standing on my desk like that, I would have a huge book or even computer in my hands to squash anything coming close to me. Then I would make the spider owner eat it.
I am not arachnophobic. I just hate the things. :)
sew-so over 6 years ago
When I was in 4th grade (several decades ago), before we moved that year we lived in the Florida panhandle. For science class, with teacher permission, we were allowed to bring in small animals. This was rural Florida near the water.
One day a kid was allowed to bring in his pet alligator – only 3 feet long. It got out of its box RIGHT NEXT TO MY SEAT. I am not afraid of gators, nor was I then – but I’m not stupid, either. That critter didn’t know me from dinner. I was in the seat furthest from the door, and I was first out through the door.
It was a cute little thing, though. And it got us extra recess time while the teacher got it back in the box, with the kid’s help, and they both got reamed out by the principal. Black widow in a jar – OK (ME!) – 3 foot gator in a flimsy box- NOT OK.