First, exterminate the sex pollen tarantulas. Or induce them into doing your nefarious bidding. If you are going to become a supervillainess, I request a job as your minion. I can be like Bob, Agent of Hydra. To your Deadpool. Sorta. With more sex pollen tarantulas. Are they tarantulas suffering the adverse effects of sex pollen, or are they simply covered in sex pollen as sort of an ancillary thing? Or are they tarantulas that emit sex pollen, somehow?

Do not worry, they are your family and are well aware that you are a complete and utter dingbat. I would not fret. Worst case scenario, sic the sex pollen tarantulas on them and they'll have other things to think about than your being a dingbat.

I really love the word dingbat. And tarantula. If you get a tarantula you ought to name it dingbat.

Have I mentioned apparently I've hit like, either the nadir or apex of my existence, because a friend of mine thinks I ought to be Tony Stark next Halloween/Convention/all the time and the reasoning was that out of our immediate group of friends, I was the most like. This should either worry me or like...I don't know. Probably any other reaction than "Oh man, i wanna make out with a hot Captain America if I do".

Dammit I think I just spotted a sex pollen tarantula. Or I just need to clean my room. I'll get back to you on that.