Daddy Long-Leg spiders keep getting themselves caught in my sink. The Lair is infested with’em this time of year.
I don’t know how true it is, but they say that pound for pound a Daddy Long-Leg is one of the most toxic creatures on the planet – if it could get enough of its poison into you you’d just flat die.
But they’re completely harmless, because their poison sacs are minuscule and anyway their fangs are so tiny they can’t pierce skin on any part of a human body.
Always seemed to me there ought to be a really good metaphor in there somewhere. But damned if I can think of it.