Far braver than I am. I know exactly where and how my fear of spiders developed. No way would I handle a tarantula. Was so glad there wasn’t a picture of one 🤣
Not at all happy about the T-spider photo, though my phobia was forcibly diminished some years ago on account of my middle son being a spider obsessive. Nothing expresses love like browsing countless books with intolerable photos on the front in pursuit of the best specialist encyclopaedia for him (again, with weird synchronicity, I actually had a dream about a couple of similar spiders last night, but they were 90% concealed in a bag, so less bothersome than in all the other spider dreams I’ve had over the years). In contrast, my eldest was a snake obsessive, which suits me as I’m very happy with snakes. I have a photo of myself holding a huge one - boa, perhaps - when I was about 9yrs old. We have a fantastic encyclopaedia of snakes: it is intended for adult enthusiasts, so is brim full of details (‘oviparous …leads a primarily arboreal existence …’ It turns out that some snakes are viviparous - give birth to live young - as opposed to oviparous, who lay eggs), and life size photos on every one of its 300 odd pages.
Safari Stu - the man has the monopoly on Hertfordshire exotic animal kids parties! He is very good though, tbf...
Very reasonably priced but I reckon he easily makes a grand a weekend!
don't forget the schools! He's got those sewn up too...
This guy's a fucking millionaire! And has all the stick insects he can eat.
Love the fact he’s called Stu! You could form a double act…
Have you been dying your hair?
Dying it grey?
Something is making you look years younger. Children's parties have turned you into Benjamin Button.
He drinks chameleon milk, that’ll be it
Far braver than I am. I know exactly where and how my fear of spiders developed. No way would I handle a tarantula. Was so glad there wasn’t a picture of one 🤣
Loving the squishy baby pic.
Not at all happy about the T-spider photo, though my phobia was forcibly diminished some years ago on account of my middle son being a spider obsessive. Nothing expresses love like browsing countless books with intolerable photos on the front in pursuit of the best specialist encyclopaedia for him (again, with weird synchronicity, I actually had a dream about a couple of similar spiders last night, but they were 90% concealed in a bag, so less bothersome than in all the other spider dreams I’ve had over the years). In contrast, my eldest was a snake obsessive, which suits me as I’m very happy with snakes. I have a photo of myself holding a huge one - boa, perhaps - when I was about 9yrs old. We have a fantastic encyclopaedia of snakes: it is intended for adult enthusiasts, so is brim full of details (‘oviparous …leads a primarily arboreal existence …’ It turns out that some snakes are viviparous - give birth to live young - as opposed to oviparous, who lay eggs), and life size photos on every one of its 300 odd pages.