Dear Spiders

Dear Spiders,

I regret to inform you that you can go to hell and never allow me to see you ever again. Seriously.

I mean it. Go away. I don't care if you do your spider thing, just do it somewhere I can't see it. Because I must tell you, if I SEE you doing your arachnid thing in my vicinity or if I see you at all, I'm going to squish you. Or get someone else to squish you. If you want to continue to live your spidery life, you need to do it where I can't see you. For your own safety, you understand.

THAT MEANS DON'T DROP ONTO MY SHOULDER WHILE I'M IN A MOVING CAR AND THUS AM UNABLE TO RUN AWAY!

We good? Good.

Love Jo.