May 4th 2011, 19:15:28
Living away from anything resembling civilization gives me many opportunities to see spiders. And we get many kinds of spiders...banana spiders, black widows, brown recluses, those long-legged spiders (although I'm not quite sure they're actually 'arachnids'). Those, I can deal with...either blow them off me or spray them.
One particular spider I couldn't really deal with was what I think was a trap-door spider. I was in summer camp about a decade ago, and I got the top bunk, right next to a window. It was almost time to go to bed, and me and a few other guys were watching this orange-colored moth flying against the inside of the window. The moth then flew into the corner of the window nearest to my bunk, and there was this small hole, right in the corner. The moth landed on the window sill next to this hole, and we thought that was where the moth lived. Until two huge, hairy legs suddenly reached up, out of that hole, grabbed the moth, and forcibly squeezed it back into the hole. We all saw the wings get ripped off as those wouldn't fit into the hole. And then it was time to go to bed.
Then, there are those tiny spiders. You know, the ones that band together as a single unit and live in little communities made of...themselves. You normally see them as little balls of...themselves, and you can usually get a reaction if you blow on them. Or, you're walking along, and you're not quite sure what it is you're looking at, and then you touch it, and it all starts moving around. I guess it's the fact that there are many spiders all in one spot, as opposed to just one spider in a web somewhere. I've always wondered what would happen if I put a burning candle under them.
An honorable mention are those small spiders that like to build webs. I don't mean that they like to build webs that they live in and catch bugs with. I mean, they build and build and build and they DON'T EVER STOP. I was using a computer a few years ago, and my dad noted that I was starting to look a bit gray-headed. I grabbed a mirror and noticed the strand of web coming down from the ceiling, ending up in my hair, and the spider running through my hair, laying down web wherever it went. That was a shower I wouldn't forget in a hurry.
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