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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Aris Dragonborn" data-source="post: 2138544" data-attributes="member: 18434">Spiders. Any type. Any size. Any shape. If it has eight legs, it dies.Reason? I'm allergic to spider bites. I was bitten on the ear when I was six, and it swelled up to a size a little bigger than a golf ball. I had to get it lanced/drained by the doctor (and boy did I holler). When I was about 25, I was bitten on the knee while sleeping, resulting in a baseball-sized knot right on my kneecap. I could barely walk, missed two days of work, and it was almost a week before I could fully bend my knee, sans pain.And these were bites given to me by garden spiders. Those little dark brown and orange buggers that you usually see in the trees or your mom's rose bush.Fortunately, living in the Pacific Northwest means that poisonous spiders are rare. Mostly Hobo and Hermit spiders (both relatives of the aforementioned Brown Recluse - such lovely little things), but on rare occasions, you can find Black Widows. Plus, working in a grocery store, you get all sorts of fun things coming in on the produce shipment. Like the molted skin off of a Banana Spider (the really aggressive ones that can kill you in about five minutes) and a Tarantula that decided the banana box was the perfect place to take a nap.</blockquote>