This happened in my grandma's farm. When I was little, my father, my cousins and I had the idea to built our own treehouse. We got into my father's car, and we went outside looking for bamboo. We cut some sticks of bamboo and we started to attach the sticks under a tree in the backyard of the farm. My hand was lying on a horizontal stick and I felt something furry going up my hand. It was a tarantula. My father said that I had to stay quiet and he slapped the spider away. The spider was reason enough to stop the construction of the treehouse. :(

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