PB: One day you'll need this number: 988.
Mowing the lawn today and I looked away for five seconds to change the song on my phone. I don't know... why or how I missed the mound of dirt but a gopher popped his head up as my mower went over his home and I look up because I thought I hit a goddamn rock.
Shit was fucked, little guy was splattered all over my mower blades.
No idea man. I don't like killing shit that's completely harmless. I don't even like killing shit that's dangerous. The only time I've ever intentionally killed something was a rattler and that was because my neighbor failed to get it out of her yard and the damn thing was striking at everything in sight. Even then I felt like an ass.
I've always had the philosophy that if it doesn't bother me or threaten me in some way, I won't kill it. Daddy Long Legs are spiders I go out of my way to save, they are completely harmless and they are awesome at pest control. Other spiders... I tend to ignore unless I know they are poisonous as hell.
Yeah I kill black widows. Not because of me, but because if one bites my kid, he's likely to get seriously ill, and be in danger.
Daddy long legs I put outside and on my house because they nest and keep bugs away. Nice.
My son currently saves frogs and snails and has a habitat in the backyard he dug himself. Hundreds of them live in there and it's crazy gross, but he likes it. So he does it.
You are so ew, Gelston. Black Widows may be docile, but if you walk by one at the wrong time, they will skitter after you to fuck with you. And they like to hide in fucking soda cans. Brown recluses don't hang around north California much, but they do appear, and I do kill them. They're vicious little fuckers, and they're poisonous.