Can you tell me what is your height?
Excuse me, that is none of your business.
let me guess... 6 feet? 5 feet? 4 feet?
Not gonna answer that.
What if I told you someone who is just 1 foot comes to fight you, will you be able to defend yourself?
*acts surprised.
Ok, let me lower the bar even further.
What if a baby comes to attack you? will you be able to fend it off?
Why are we even having this conversation, Karan? I don't want to get a felony charge.
I mean, you could easily handle a baby trying to strong-arm you.
Whateva, I don't want to incriminate myself.
It doesn't make sense to be intimidated by something vastly smaller than yourself. So why does that logic fly out the window for tarantulas, which are comparatively small and generally harmless?
Every fall, I eagerly watch male tarantulas emerge in search of mates, driven by the instinct to find females who can raise their young on their own. During this time, they're so indifferent that anyone can pick them up without them even noticing.
Ok, let me lower the bar even further.
What if a baby comes to attack you? will you be able to fend it off?
Why are we even having this conversation, Karan? I don't want to get a felony charge.
I mean, you could easily handle a baby trying to strong-arm you.
Whateva, I don't want to incriminate myself.
It doesn't make sense to be intimidated by something vastly smaller than yourself. So why does that logic fly out the window for tarantulas, which are comparatively small and generally harmless?
Every fall, I eagerly watch male tarantulas emerge in search of mates, driven by the instinct to find females who can raise their young on their own. During this time, they're so indifferent that anyone can pick them up without them even noticing.
Male tarantulas announce their arrival at a female's burrow by politely tapping on her web, like true gentlemen. Me? I'm not so chivalrous. I prefer a more aggressive approach: I just barge into their homes, hoping to catch the female tarantulas before they've put on their makeup.
Well, hello gorgeous! See? So much better without all that 'makeup'!
Okay, this one's definitely bold! She's coming straight at me, clearly expecting a hug. I had to tell her, 'Whoa there, baby, let's take it slow,' which really seemed to bum her out.
Aaaand busted. She instantly knows I'm not an actual male tarantula and zips back into her burrow. So much for interspecies romance, I guess!
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