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I have dogs, so any of either outside in my yard area and adjacent just isn't going to get to live. One of the idiots might well try and eat it with--bad potential consequences. And of course there's always my wife or I blundering into one in the garage.
One of my dogs when I was a kid was bitten on the nose by a rattlesnake, vet was like "I don't know if he is going to live." He did though, had a gnarley scar on his nose.
 


Y'all could also live in a place where the air didn't hurt your face and ALSO there weren't monstrous beasts and ALSO there weren't earthquakes or volcanos or tornadoes or hurricanes or real blizzards or similar (though climate change may yet grant us the latter three), it's called Britain!

Unfortunately the drawback is it's full of British people* (of which I am one) and worse, many particularly heinous TERFs (probably worse than alligators/snakes/insanely huge spiders for day-to-day life). And it's also it's almost never sunny or snowy enough that either is actually fun!

* = Cicero claimed we are the "ugliest and most stupid people in the world" and "no Briton can be taught to read", and I'm not sure he was completely wrong.
It's easy enough to adapt the toxic waste:New Jersey: : lawyers:California joke... Why does Australia have the worst venomous animals and Britain have the worst TERFs? Australia chose first.

Only a smidge more seriously, that wouldn't be a bad idea (particularly since the food has gotten a lot better than when I was a university student there in 1989), except for Brexit. Seriously, I could just go across the Irish Sea for similar protection from venomous animals, earthquakes, etc and live in a country where they still acknowledge they're Europeans and probably thus have better visa privileges for the rest of the continent.
 

My oldest son Stuart is a big-time arachnophobe. His younger brother Logan and I have posited that the very worst possible superhero origin story for Stuart would be that he gets bitten by a radioactive spider, and from that point on knows exactly how many spiders are in any room he enters. Not where they are, mind you, just how many are in the room there with him. The poor guy would never get any sleep.

Johnathan
 

They warned us at Vandenberg Air Force Base (I know it's a Space Force Base now, but back then it was still an AFB) when we were down there for a test launch of an ICBM decades ago that there were a bunch of black widows in the local area. One of the three crew commanders trading 24-hour alerts in the launch control center during the lead-up to the launch day was a big-time arachnophobe.

It was a real shame for him when I discovered, on one alert, that we had both black and red dry-erase markers in the capsule, and that they left a nice image on the plexiglass covering the desktops and some of the control panels. I spent a fair amount of time drawing black widow spiders (complete with red hourglasses) on plexiglass surfaces and covering them with technical order binders and such, just ready to be "discovered" by the oncoming crew when they came to change over with my crew partner and I at the end of our latest alert.

Johnathan
 

I have several arachnophobic friends, and I would react VERY BADLY to that on their behalf, much as I would to people messing with their medication or slipping something they’re known to be allergic to into their food. That’s well beyond tacky, through rude, and into genuinely threatening.
 
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