And, yep, it's huge.
There was only one other thing that kept me from slapping it with my shoe, and I'm not sure a simple shoe slap would have been enough.
The crunch.
Hon's method for avoiding crunch during bug mashing is to let out a long, loud yell during which the shoe comes down. That's fine for a quick kill on the wall or the floor, but Mr. Spider tucked himself into a corner. There's no easy way to kill a bug in a corner, especially one this big. If I were actually lucky enough to hit it without getting crawled on, it's clear that by the time I would have finished him off with screaming and slapping, a posse of police cars would have converged on my driveway.
I let it go.
Maybe he's on his way to Maine.
4 comments:
I like spiders. I have a secret wish that one of my kids will want a tarantuala for a pet. E
Actually, tarantulas are pretty interesting creatures. I wouldn't mind one of YOUR kids having one as a pet either.
I understand how the food chain works in the natural world, but I'd have a hard time feeding one living thing to another. There's something horribly unfair about throwing prey in a locked box with its predator. In the wild, Prey at least has some hope of escaping the food chain for a day.
Holy Crap!!! Came here via Hallies by the way.
So what kind of spider is that???? Do you know? Did you look it up?? I would HAVE to know! And I probably would have tried to catch it and taken it far, far away and let it go, cause I wouldn't step on something that big either!!!!!
I just died a little inside...
Hallie
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