* steps up to the podium *
Hello Everybody. My name is Marius and I have an addiction.
I just tallied up how much I sent on T's this month alone. Then I did it again, after getting up from falling off my chair, and decided it was time for a lot of wine and a little introspection.
5 Months ago I was a certifiable arachnophobe, replete with the screaming like a little girl at the sight of a little jumping spider song and dance.
Looking at my collection I just don't know how the hell I got here.
Is this some kind of subspecies of Stockholm syndrome?
How the hell can this hobby, and these amazing, primitive creatures be so addictive?
I'm not impossible. I'm being improbable.