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lynne, can you tell us how you got over your fear of spiders? I did a single session of therapy, and while that helped some, I wouldn’t mind seeing a huntsman and go “Cool! There you are, my little friend” the way I do when I see a mouse somewhere.
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Asking me to talk about spiders is opening a floodgate, Maastricht. I could write a book on this topic. Actually, I just did. It is in editing at the moment.
Basically the secret is to reduce the spider to an individual little creature battling to survive. They live very traumatic little lives. Those on webs or in burrows will be the same individual, so find a web or burrow and get to know the owner. I started by giving names to very very small spiders building little webs on the OTHER side of the window. I stopped cleaning webs off outside. I got to know their behaviour and find it was predictable so I started feeling more in control. Then I ventured outside and found they were hard to see because they would detect me coming and retreat. I had to sneak up.
I kept going - it all took about six months - watching spiders and giving them names. Most didn’t survive. If the birds didn’t get them, other spiders did. The day it all changed was when I first watched a garden orb weaver spin her web from start to finish. It was awesome and I was obsessed. Once you learn the signs, you will discover how to find spiders everywhere. They are very good at staying hidden.
With hunstmen, I took deep breaths and then looked at the palps - the shorter leg-like appendages in front. Usually they will have little boxing gloves on the end which means they are a male out looking for a female. By the time I had done that, and looked at the patterning on their abdomens, I had got over the instant fear reaction.
I knew I had overdone the cure when Theresa lost her battle with the birds last summer. Her photo is on my website. She was a wolf spider who lived in the pelargonium patch in my garden. I first met her when she was covered with a hundred, at least, babies on her back. Most spiders are very skittish and disappear before you get close. Of the twenty wolf spiders I am watching this year, only two will consistently stay out of their burrows and let me get close. Theresa was really good as long as I didn’t move suddenly. I got to see (and photograph) her go through two lots of babies, saw the babies climb a pelargonium to balloon off to far off fields, saw a male leaving her burrow and then the result of two attacks by birds which target spider burrows. One day the birds were there and I was too late. I stood over the empty, scooped out burrow and cried. My wolf spiders get fences now!
I got into macrophotography, initially to photograph Theresa, I had become so obsessed with her. Then I started wearing spider jewelry - a pendant and rings. Every day without fail, someone will comment on them and then start telling me their spider story. Everyone has one. I have met so many interesting people that way.
I have since worked with a lot of arachnologists in order to write the book to help others know what they are looking at. If it’s got eight legs, then I think it’s gorgeous.