One time when I was a little kid, my sister and i saw a huge spider crawling along on the floor very slowly. We screamed, and our dad came in and stepped on it. Thousands of billions of little baby spiders came pouring out. It was horrifying. And that’s (one of the many) reasons why I don’t kill spiders. If necessary, I will relocate them outside by trapping them with an upside down cup and sliding a coaster underneath to ensure secure transport (unless they jump, then I make my partner do it, lol).

Mine always stays intact. Until i let literally anyone borrow it. The worst is when you get it back and instead of being totally snapped off, it’s just bent up to a 90⁰ angle, and then you have to snap it off yourself because you can never get it to lie flat again after that. That’s why I would always keep a spare with the clip already fucked up in my bag when someone inevitably asked to borrow a pencil.

For real. I’m over here having a mid-life crisis since I was 27.