eight legged freak
It wouldn’t be seemly to be in Australia and not write about spiders. Before I go any further, I would like to add that on my first visit to Australia, I was indeed bitten by a spider. We looked it up in a book going by the state of my three wounds which at first looked like mosquito bites but which then hardened into mini volcanoes that spewed out clear liquid. Nice. Attractive, too. Anyway, the said spider was declared to be a jumping spider, and lo! in the big book of spiders, there it was, described as being “kittenish”. I was not impressed.
Now I find there is something lurking outside in the garden. It’s the size of a cat and lurks in a web that could catch a German Shepherd. I kid you not. Apparently it “lives” there and “doesn’t bother anyone”. Well, it bothers me. Everytime I pass it, I wonder why I do not have a giant size can of hairspray in my hand, or any other kind of spider begone instrument.
I bet it knows now I don’t like it and is planning to move webs and “bother” me….