For some reason, Summer '10 turned out to be the summer of tarantulas. Seriously, I killed like 4 of the fuckers. Don't get weepy on me--they are nasty bastards who shouldn't have evolved the ability to scare the shit out of everyone I live with.
So, anyway, left on my own, I sprayed one with Raid and decided to photo it's death spasms, kicked little leg dancing which resembled an epileptic fit. The next day, I whipped out the macro lens and got up close and filmed it.
Two things should go without needing to be said, but I will still say them: 1.) Kristen was out of town when I did this, 2.) If you are phobic of spiders, you may want to not look at this post.
For some reason, the whole affair reminded me of an Ingmar Bergman film, which you should watch, where a schizophrenic woman imagines God as a giant spider that lives in the wall of her house.
