Thanks YouTube for Scarring Me for Life

For those of you who don't know (the majority of you I'm guessing), I love You Tube.  Not just the quick thirty-second videos of someone getting hit in the balls or a cat hanging by a ceiling fan either, I watch the YT partners who are paid to make regular content.  I watch much more content on YT then television now.  It is just so much more ... personal?  I don't know, but if you are interested in finding some of these people that make regular content, go look up ShayCarl, Shaytards, Olan Rogers, balloon shop, and SXEphil.  They are a few of my favorites.

I do love YT, but there are some problems with it.  For instance, you don't know when you are going to watch something incredibly disturbing like a Brown Recluse Spider bite video.  I have no problems with spiders or other bugs (except for the one I mention in Insect Attack), but the Brown Recluse is bad news.  There is no possible reason that a creature that small should have a bite with that amount of punch behind it.  I won't go into all the gross details of what it will do to you, you can watch it on You Tube if you dare, but just know that if you don't get antibiotics soon after you are bitten, you will probably die.

The worst part is they live in North America (granted I don't know specifically where) and they likely hide in the folds of clothing left on the floor.  Thank you YT for making me treat my room as a minefield.  I have recently got in the habit of thoroughly shaking out all my clothes before handling them, and I always have at least one loaded gun on me.

As far as the videos went, they had good ethos by crediting legitimate sources, having actual video of a bite, and for the absence of superimposed text reading, "Hi guyz jst wantd to c a gross spiter bit!!!!!!!!!!!".  All You Tube videos lose their credibility when they have more then seven or eight explanation points in one sentence.  Obviously it affected me... somewhere deep *pause* deep down in my soul.  That little black spot inside you that is the thing of nocturnal torment.  A little black spot that fills you with dread at the thought that the Recluse may be in the folds of your bed sheets... waiting, and maybe you will not wake up the next morning.

Here is a picture to spread the awareness of these wicked beasts that are only trumped by wasps.  Nonetheless these things need to be stopped!