Yelling “Spider” is certainly a great way to get out of an argument with your girlfriend, but only if she adheres to the “classic” gender stereotypes of the 1950s. Most of the women I’ve dated have all been strong, independent types and this sort of thing wouldn’t fly. In fact, if you reversed the roles in this comic, it’d be a more accurate representation of my reaction to spiders.
I can’t stand spiders, or creepy crawly things like that. I’m fine if they’re on the floor or on the wall across the room. Hell, I’m fine if a spider sneaks out of the shower drain… but if ANYTHING is actually on me, then I freak out. Even if it’s as harmless as a ladybug. I just can’t stand the feeling of tiny little legs walking all over me.
