Right when I think I'm getting over my arachnophobia (I even picked up a daddy-long-legs the other day with my bare hands), I come across a photo like this, and it returns like pine sap you thought you had cleaned off, only to find it had never left, and now it's all over your clothes.
Why do spiders have to be like this? All hairy and leggy and menacing (especially wolf spiders). I'm fine with reptiles. Can't we have reptiles do all the spider work, controlling insect populations and what not? Frogs and bats, too. They wouldn't mind the work.
Dangit. Now I have to go scour myself clean and ball up in the corner of the shower of my office building's locker room. My coworkers will think less of me. Again.
Photo source: Mere Poppins
Nov 17, 2008
Spider Work
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11 comments:
What kind of spider is it? It reminds me of that the spider in that Gilligan's Island episode were Gilligan is trapped in a cave with a humongous spider.
Ironically, it's a Gilliganus Littulbudicus.
Stop the madness!! For the most part, your spider pics give me the slight Hee-bee-gee-bee's, but this one made me cringe with utter disgust! Excuse me now, as I must go check my purse on the chance something like THAT thing crawled in there. Can never be too safe.
This is why I can never put on shoes without banging them out to shake out any creepy crawlies first. Not even sandals.
It's not a wolf spider, it's a huntsman.
Wow. That looks remarkably like the 3' long stuffed spider prop I bought from the halloween store.
Hey!
He looks dead. :(
Oh god! I require fire now, because my most primal human instinct tells me monsters fear fire. I also require therapy, because my skin won't stop crawling. Even now, I've moved the comment box OVER the picture so I don't have to look at it anymore!
I used to live in Pleasant Hill, CA (northern CA), which is a few miles away from Mt. Diablo -- home or tarantulas.
One hot summer night, I was up late reading, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw the carpet move.
Putting down the book...I spied a tarantula walking across my bedroom carpet.
Yikes!
I ran into the kitchen, grabbed an empy plastic cool whip container, a hammer, some newspaper, and a can of Raid (uhm, it was either Raid or spray starch).
I ran back into the bedroom, and I'm proud to say I was able to wrangle that tanrantula into my cool whip container, without having to use the hammer or the can of Raid/starch.
I drove up to Mt. Diablo the next day and dropped that puppy off...that sucker was HUGE!
"Even now, I've moved the comment box OVER the picture so I don't have to look at it anymore!"
Yep. Me too. Right now.
I used to live in Concord, Morjana. I'm very glad not to have encountered any tarantulas.
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