MaxKaladin
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Wasps and their relatives. When I was a small boy (5-7 years old or thereabouts), my father asked me to turn on the water hose for him. The faucet was hidden behind a bush of the kind you use for topiary. I brushed up against it reaching behind it and out came a swarm of wasps that proceeded to sting me all over the place while I ran around like a maniac trying to bat them away. They eventually quit on their own after I had run far enough away. My father terminated them with bug spray, but I had bites all over my arms and legs (it was summer and I was just wearing shorts and a t-shirt). I've hated wasps and their relatives with a passion ever since. I pretty much extend this to any bug that flies and I think has a stinger.
I also terminate black widows and any other spider I think might be poisonous with extreme prejudice. I also kill any small brown spider on the off chance it's a brown recluse. My father has a 40 year old magazine article hanging on the wall of his workshop describing the horrors of brown recluse poison and it made me paranoid. I'm ok with daddy longlegs, by the way, because I don't buy the urban legend about their being poisonous and I used to play with them all the time when I was a kid.
I also terminate black widows and any other spider I think might be poisonous with extreme prejudice. I also kill any small brown spider on the off chance it's a brown recluse. My father has a 40 year old magazine article hanging on the wall of his workshop describing the horrors of brown recluse poison and it made me paranoid. I'm ok with daddy longlegs, by the way, because I don't buy the urban legend about their being poisonous and I used to play with them all the time when I was a kid.