What a life for a Daddy Longlegs. Once it's pupated from the brilliantly named leatherjacket, it emerges from the underground to fly weakly and drunkenly around for a short while, existing solely to mate. This stage of its life is all about sex, sex, sex - some don't even bother to eat. And then it dies. During its brief time as an adult it risks life and, more specifically, limb(s), if it floats into an unwelcoming house and gets fried on a light bulb, or strays into a playground where evil children lie in wait to amputate those fragile legs.
Well, I like them, they're cute.
Here's an old pic from my sketchbook archive. The original caption was, "Yes, she's gorgeous - legs right up to her neck!" A slightly less tasteful alternative was, "Let's get legless!" and others included, "You're pulling my leg" plus "I'm a leg man myself". The list could go on, I'm sure.
Oh you sexy thing