This is a very interesting question. My daughter loves them.
This is a subject Isaac Asimov has explored at length - the way we fear and kill “ugly” things.
I will never forget watching a daddy long-legs in the garden with my son.
He watched with delight as the daddy long-legs crawled down a weed and noto the ground.
There, another daddy long-legs came up to the first. They touched antennae and began caressing.
“Is that a Mommy long-legs,” he asked.
I laughed.
“No, son. That’s a daddy long-legs, too.”
My boy lifted his right foot and quickly stomped on both of them.
There was a sort of squirt of guts, but otherwise just a mess of legs.
He looked at me and said-
“Well that’s enough of that gay shit in OUR garden!”
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Your story really got me LOL. Really did.
Now, did that REALLY happen?