And he hates tarantulas.
Actually, he just hates spiders in general. I'm the 'oh look it's a spider on the wall! I'm going to catch it and release it outside so that my dad won't squish the poor thing' type.
He's the 'O-M-G KILLITKILLITKILLIT' type.


But yeah...I absolutely love tarantulas. I love there many eyes, there many legs, the way they kinda scurry around, the whole nine yards. I saw some BEAUTIFUL pink toed's at the store the other day. Little baby ones. Cute-as-can-be. My dad even pointed out the fact that they were very pretty spiders (could he be softening?!)


Any tips on finally convincing him to allow one of these eight-legged wonders into the house?