Every fall, tarantulas migrate down from the mountain behind our house to the lake bed below. Tonight, I saw the first one of the season. Naturally, I stopped the car, jumped out and ran over to enjoy being horrified by the GIANT EFFING SPIDER.
It was the size of my palm, and outrageously hairy. It didn't seem to be in any hurry, and seemed unperturbed by my screams of disgust. But since it didn't have eyebrows or lips, I admit it was hard for me to accurately read its facial expressions.
I tried to take a picture with my phone. It was difficult to focus, though, because I couldn't stop dancing around, screaming "ew ew ew." As a result, many of the photos are blurry.
I'm glad I got to see it. It was a thrill, and it's always fun to interact with nature by screaming at it in horror. Judging by the look in his eight little eyes, and the smirk on his venom-dripping, blood-soaked mandibles, I think he enjoyed it, too.
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H-Bomb really wants a huge spider, and we happen to have an empty cage at the moment. Catch one and bring it down to him, he'll love you forever and ever and evers!
ReplyDeleteHmmmm. Not sure how to catch one without permanent damage to my psyche. Not that that would matter. So ok.
ReplyDeleteEh, your psyche is permanently damaged already, isn't it?
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