Early yesterday morning, as I sat on my sofa sipping coffee and watching some news, a leggy spider trekked out across the carpet. I am not a fan of spiders, leggy or otherwise. Upon seeing the spider, I slipped the sock off my right foot, pulled it over my right hand, and captured the spider sock-puppet-style. I then pitched the critter out my front door.
Spider problem solved, I
thought.
A while later, while seated at
my kitchen peninsula, I somehow managed to come across a video about the most
dangerous spiders in the world.
Naturally, I had to watch the video.
About the time the seventh deadliest spider appeared on the video, a blur
of motion on the countertop to my right caught my attention. When I turn to
focus squarely on the motion, I found—you guessed it—a second leggy spider
sprinting in my direction.
I immediately identified the
spider as a black recluse fiddle belly widow mini-tarantula. Or something close to that. And I did what any normal person would do: I
yelped.
Removal of this spider required
the use of a nearby dish towel. I even
considered gloves and safety glasses, and would have found some if given time.
I was a little frazzled by the
end of the second spider attack.
Posted is the video I was
watching.
Keep a wary eye out for spiders
as you watch.
My Mom's friend lost a finger to one of these.I would have just killed the biggar
ReplyDeleteFor some reason, I tend to save any critter if I can. That said, If I had a true infestation, I would be a murderous bastard!
DeleteNope...not in slightest bit interested. I had Connie, now I have Erica as my spider expert hunter/gather. Don’t even want to be in the same room. Nope...not ever...just NOT
ReplyDeleteMy cat will go after some spiders, but for the most part, I am on my own.
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