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Why those? Why those and not these? WHY THOSE AND NOT THESE?

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Whyyyyyyyyy?????????????

Lindy West was born an unremarkable female baby in Seattle, Washington. The former Stranger writer covered movies, movie stars, exclamation points, lady stuff, large frightening fish, and much, much more....

26 replies on “In My Dream Last Night, These Were in My Bed.”

  1. You should have seen the Giant European House Spider that hitchhiked in on a load of kindling I brought in the other day. I wouldn’t let my husband kill it, because I was trying to catch it to put it back outside (they eat Hobo Spiders, which can be dangerous), and the damned thing got away and hid under the woodstove. I haven’t found its dismembered body yet, so I expect to wake up some morning with the kittens playing with the damned thing in my bed.

    Usually, I never see the giant spiders more than about a foot from the door. The cats are death on them. They throw the spider in the air until the poor thing’s legs come off, then they lose interest.

  2. Actually, I came across a huntsman spider simular to this while traveling in africa with my parents. It was hiding out in a bag of taffy that we had brought for a peace-core worker that we knew. My mom totally freaked and wanted me to kill it. I simply picked up the bag and took it outside. when I shooed it out of the bag it was extremely docile…effing HUGE but extremely docile.

  3. grooving on some old David Bowie, perhaps? Read some juvenile fiction by Brian Jacques – several of his books feature otter characters

  4. Will @16: ECKshually you are wrong as always. Venomous spiders come in all sizes, but the worst of the worst — funnel-webs, Brazilian wandering spiders, mouse spiders, brown recluses, Chinese bird spiders, etc. are all large and dull-colored. The only venomous spider I can think of that could possibly be described as “brightly-colored” is the black widow, which has a small red spot but is otherwise black.

    The number of things you know absolutely nothing about but are bizarrely compelled to utter specious nonsense about seems to be endless.

    Love that “actually”.

  5. An editor from The Stranger was in my dream, with a fork in its stomach like an unborn twin.
    At the end of the dream I had been raked by the tins of the fork from the brow down to the midsection.
    I won’t be submitting reviews/material to The Stranger for a long time.

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