I'm not an arachnaphobe by any stretch of the imagination, probably because we don't have brown recluse spiders in my neck of the woods. That being said, it's not like I seek out physical contact with spiders, but when the spider in question is a jumping spider, I am not inclined to brush it off immediately. I mean, isn't this sucker cute?
I let it hang out on my arm for a few minutes, watching the uncanny way it appeared to 'blink' like Eugene the Jeep due to the speed and distance of its jumps. Part of me was hoping that it would bite me so I could enter the Spiderverse like this guy.
Oh, and lest I forget and have Smut Clyde chastise me, I need to file this post under Helping Jennifer.