Sydney spiders must be significantly less intelligent than those in your neck of the woods. Last time I had a spider day, it was “Take a Spider Home from Work” day. Thing was, the stupid spider chose the outside of the car. Credit to him though, he lasted about six or seven miles before he blew off the windscreen. It was quite funny to watch (although I pitied him): the spider was almost directly in front of me as I drove, and he was adjusting for the varying strong air currents by leaning in and out in various directions with his knees stuck out sharply like a racing motorcyclist rounding a corner. The spider put up a valiant effort, it must be said.
One, please.
It must have been Bring a Lizard Home from Work day a few weeks ago. I was driving about 50 mph when I noticed the little guy hanging on to my windshield wipers for dear life.
He was so traumatized that he wouldn’t let go of the windshield wipers after I stopped.
Interesting. For me, soon after I woke up this morning, it was “Pick Up Your Feet While Sitting On The Toilet So The Giant House Spider Motoring Across The Bathroom Floor Can Progress Unimpeded” day today.
It was Tread Gingerly Past the Three Giant Spiders and Their Wondrous Webs in the back yard potted palm day.
Soon followed by the Ack! I Have Web on My Face! dance.
I remember a brilliant sight one day. Driving along the road at around about 60kph, the car that overtakes us is doing about 65. And hanging from the boot, by one foot that must have been caught in the latch or something, was a wolf spider. Seven legs were flapping in the breeze and one was trapped in there. Poor spidey.
A few minutes ago I caught a male orb-weaver that was crawling on my fan. I’ll let him out later.
Gah! I really shouldn’t have clicked on this link. I’ll have nightmares about giant spiders tonight, for sure!
I had an unusually spider-free day today, but I did have to escort a nifty little green bug outside. I live in Spidey Central, and they think my bathtub is a great place to hang out. Or they build webs right across my door, so I do the Walked Right Through a Huge Spider Web Dance a lot. I’ve almost gotten used to it.
Anaamika, I’m usually very calm, but spiders in my hair (or any unidentified bugs) really freaks me out. Do you think they’re laughing at us?
Ha! Last year we “celebrated” Hear Your Husband Scream Like A Girl When He Pulls The Covers Back On The Bed & Sees the Giant Wolf Spider Waiting On His Pillow".
That was a real fun one.
I dunno, maybe they’re just trying to be affectionate. Maybe our hair smells nice.
But it doesn’t matter. Spiders and I can cohabitate the same house, but not the same body. Stop crawling on me!
Maybe that explains it. I think they’re drawn to long hair, too. More places to hide. Good thing I’m getting my hair cut tomorrow!
“gee your webs smell terrific!”
I wanna live in a place that has free range lizards, it sounds cool!
I am all good with cold blooded things that have legs, its when they don’t have legs but still move around that get me running away like a sheep in Montana.
except worms and amputees, they don’t bother me much.
Hey, has anyone seen An Arky lately?
He was bitten by a spider yesterday…
Haha! I’m fine, no bumps or anything. Must have been non-poisonous. Thanks for checking…
Have you tried climbing up the wall or shooting stuff out of your wrists? It can’t hurt to check.
Today, FINALLY, is “Watch a really really hot and sexy Spider One in concert (with the rest of PM5K) here in my hometown!”
~TygerD~
We have lizards, but they’re more standoffish. I did have to rescue a cute little 2 inch baby one that wandered into my office once. He was pretty hard to catch, but I didn’t mind. I was just relieved that he wasn’t the 2 inch cockroach I thought he was when I first saw something brown streaking across the carpet.
This morning, do you find that you can climb walls and shoot webs?
Couple of days ago I had bring a spider home from work day. Big brown hairy wolf spider that found his way from my knee into my jockey shorts. So big old hairy me ends up on the side of the road with his britches around his knees beating the spider out of his shorts. Thankfully my commute is mostly rural and only one car went by during this exercise.
Now I’m not at all afraid of spiders, having played with tarantulas many times before, but a wild spider in my BVDs was too much to put up with.