I’d only seen one this year – and it was outside on the wood pile. I finally found one inside las night. We shared a shower. Actually, only part of a shower. I called The Missus to get the penalty jar so I could give him a time-out until I finished.
She doesn’t care for large spider so much, so when she saw it she was like ‘Oh, my god!’ Had she found it first, there would have been a shriek.
We don’t have those here . . . we DON’T have those here . . . we don’t HAVE those here . . . we don’t have those HERE . . . we don’t have those here . . . we DON’T have those here . . . we don’t HAVE those here . . . we don’t have those HERE . . . we don’t have those here . . . we DON’T have those here . . .
We had a female dark fishing spider a couple years ago that measured 97 mm, at the tips of the legs. That’s nearly four inches. Screw that.
You have to kill the thing and scrape it off the wall into the trash, and take the can down to the end of the lane now. And then burn the house and bulldoze the lot.
Huntsman spiders are fine. I usually have a couple of them in the house at any one time. I don’t have any small children or animals in the house and I’m too big for them to eat so no dramas. I leave them alone and vice versa.