Son Of Shelob

I am somewhere in my mid-twenties (probably), and I have only just gotten to the point where I can do this.

Inserting a piece of card under the glass and tossing it out a window? No.

But I can put a glass over that thing like a goddamn pro.

For as long as I can remember, I have been terrified of spiders (though apparently not as long as I’ve been alive; I used to let those things run all over me, according to my parents). Terrified is not an understatement. On more than one occasion a friend has warned me that there was a spider on my clothes. On each of those occasions they proceeded to state their surprise at how fast I had managed to remove myself from said clothes, and all of a sudden be several meters away from them. Usually in the middle of a street. In the middle of the night.

If it wasn’t already evident in the comic, I am a pretty classy guy like that.