I thought they were indigenous to Australia. But I recently saw another chap doing a tutorial on scoring for movies who also sounded British stop in mid sentence and point his camera to one of these rascals on his wall. He didn't seem all that put out by it. That cavalier attitude sounded very Aussie, knowing of many of their nasty creatures who are merely part of the everyday.
But aren't these the ones who eat rats and stuff? Holy mackerel. I should find it extremely distracting and hard to tell them that one of their legs was positioned differently when I began the painting.
What is he doing in Jolly old pip pip, eh wot. You lads had plenty of time to send them down under. I mean look at what Patrick did with the snakes on the Emerald Isle. It's do-able. Well, maybe it's why the Brits are known to congregate down the pub and quench their fears with a bit of courage. Right so stiff upper lip and no sudden movements.
I think it's a smashing portrait. Makes me queasy alright. Way too natural for me to remain detached.
Boris the spider. . . thum thum thum thum. . .
Creepy, crawly
Creepy, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly . . .
Points for danger, mate!
"Not a bit is wasted and the best is yet to come. . ." -- remembered from a dream