That photo with all the babies is either in a spider lovers house or an abandoned one set-up for it. There would be an egg sack the size of Chippenham hanging in the corner of the room long enough for you to knock the shit out of it before they hatched. Not that I condone the mass slaughter of innocent small uinborn creatures of the 8 legged variety.
I'm not so keen on the buggers being on me but I am the house assault weapon for all creepy crawlies as assigned by the wife. The scorpion in our towel in Florida was a test of character but turns out they aren't that quick and shoes do an equally good job on them.
Killing a scorpion with some sort of footwear is something I want to do before I die. I quite fancy spearing one with a stiletto (sp?) or something but to do that I'll either need to take up cross dressing or find a missus from the high society who wear heels in the desert.
