Widthsin general?

I fear that when I die I'll be reincarnated into a spider and I'll have to go through getting swatted/smashed/obliterated for every time I've done it to one of them, like some sort of karmic payback. I take a live and let live attitude toward them outside but, if I spot Mr. Spider in my home, he's not long for this world.no. . . .no. . . Mr Spider, hes have no money

I fear that when I die I'll be reincarnated into a spider and I'll have to go through getting swatted/smashed/obliterated for every time I've done it to one of them, like some sort of karmic payback. I take a live and let live attitude toward them outside but, if I spot Mr. Spider in my home, he's not long for this world.

Have you read Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy? There's a being in there that keeps getting reincarnated over and over throughout time and the galaxy and in a multitude of forms...Only to be killed (most of the time indirectly and without the knowledge of...) by Arthur Dent over and over and over.

And that's why the bowl of petunias only says "oh no, not again" before it's smashed. :D


So I'd say it's a valid fear.

Have you read Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy? There's a being in there that keeps getting reincarnated over and over throughout time and the galaxy and in a multitude of forms...Only to be killed (most of the time indirectly and without the knowledge of...) by Arthur Dent over and over and over.

And that's why the bowl of petunias only says "oh no, not again" before it's smashed. :D


So I'd say it's a valid fear.

Several times, yes. I think that's where I got the idea. :D

Have you read Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy? There's a being in there that keeps getting reincarnated over and over throughout time and the galaxy and in a multitude of forms...Only to be killed (most of the time indirectly and without the knowledge of...) by Arthur Dent over and over and over.

And that's why the bowl of petunias only says "oh no, not again" before it's smashed. :D


So I'd say it's a valid fear.

I would have said something along the lines of . . .
"Uh, but if that (e.g. spider fear of being squashed over and over again) was fer real, you'd only, like, have to deal with it once."

Thankfully, you, Sir, covered the topic much better. =)

btw: I'm afraid that reincarnation isn't the same thing as trans-migration of souls.
once in a while it would be better to come back as a petunia rather than a carnation. =)

When an errant spider--especially those big grass spiders that look a lot like wolf spiders--breaches the exterior fortifications of our abode, and is casting its mini-ominous, scurrying, shadow across the carpet, I have learned that it is much more entertaining to put a glass, or whatever else is handy, over them then check back in a couple of days to see if they are still a "spider" . . . It's sort of a "science" thing. =)

When my wife screams and I not the reason why. I listen to the tv through headphones because of my rotten hearing but last night a cricket jumps on my wife's leg and the scream dang near made me wet myself. She really could handle a night job as a banshee.

After driving down the road today, feeling something on my neck, checking it out in the mirror...And realizing that it was a spider about 1" in diameter just hanging out while I was going 50 mph...

I may be changing my answer to this question soon. As soon as I change my shorts I'll think on it.

When my wife screams and I not the reason why. I listen to the tv through headphones because of my rotten hearing but last night a cricket jumps on my wife's leg and the scream dang near made me wet myself. She really could handle a night job as a banshee.

Remember "Darby O'Gill and The Little People"?
http://foxmylife.com/wp/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/banshee.jpg
It was the scariest thing to me since the flying monkeys in "The Wizard of Oz"
(actually, it's still pretty scary even without the sound)

I remember that flic. Young looking Sean Connery in it. When I was still working Ops out SWA and before things got all clean and squeaky, about 1988, The flight I was working was low on peanuts so I grabbed an ice bag and was going to fill it up with bags of peanuts from the little cases they came in. It was like a small garage and wasn't airtight. I each in one of the boxes and the bags felt warm. I pull it out and it's a big ol' airport rat. They do grow quite healthy out there. It take me long to discern what I was holding and decided wasn't what I was needing at the minute. So after Mr. Rat was flying away from me at about 40 feet per second it smacked into one of the ramp agents walking by, who by the way had a pathological fear of rats. Hilarity ensued from that point forward.

Hilarity ensued from that point forward.

I'm not sure all of your participants would agree on your choice of the word "hilarity".
I sure laughed, though.
Reminded me of the time I was checking chicken nests for eggs (in the dark) and found a snake, picking it's next meal and enjoying the warmth. I now use a flashlight, if it's dark -- to avoid the hilarity and preserve my underwear.