instinct is an interior way of surviving

adam and domi had a big brown spider in their room. i'm in agreement with domi that it's not the legs of the spider that make us afraid of it. it's the girth of a spider that really gets to us. when the size of its body moves out of the range of the arachnid and into the range of a mammal, we are instinctually disconcerted.
luckily for us, chickens don't feel the least bit squeamish about spiders. when we set them loose in our rooms, fanny and lottie thin the population of our spiders considerably. perched patiently on our forearms, they allow us to lift them into the corners they can't reach on their own. if you want to imagine it, it's a little reminiscent of snow white, but with heavier sparrows.

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