We Are All This Weatherman That Got Scared By A Giant Spider On TV
I want to give this guy shit for screaming like a little girl at the sight of this giant spider, but I can definitely see where he was coming from. Spiders are one of those creatures that scare you markedly more based on their size. Like if I see a spider smaller than a dime, I will kill it no problem without a second thought. But the bigger it gets, the slower I am going for the kill. Once you reach about the size of a half dollar, I switch from fight to flight pretty quickly. And trust me, despite my size, I can move. I am like a bear or Donkey Kong in Mario Kart. It takes me a bit to reach my top speed, but once I do, I am coasting. And if there are hairs on that arachnid? I’m letting out a Flanders scream that will be heard for miles.
You would think this weatherman would be able to handle a little bit of nature coming into his studio, even if the spider was the size of his head. I feel like you have to deal with rain/snow/sleet as an “on the scene” weather correspondent. Clearly this guy has gone from outdoor cat to house cat and lost his edge. Then again, he is in West Virginia. How in the hell did he not get his raccoon hat on and try to eat that thing? I feel like spider is a delicacy down there.