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I’ve lived in the Midwest for 15 years now and have my first huge-ass (black and yellow garden) spider housemate; she’s setting up shop in our front bushes. It’s been 36 hours since I discovered her and I think I’m showing remarkable restraint in not burning the whole damn thing down. So you’re braver than me, is what I’m saying.
I tell you what though I bet those three pieces of information (US, huge-ass, black and yellow) are enough to tell me that she’s probably an Argiope Aurantia and those are the ones that make the cool zipper shape in their webs. I took a bunch of pictures of a really beautiful one last year.
They’re so beautiful, is the thing.
I’m not a super big fan of spiders. They’re creepy as fuck and so alien there’s basically no way to not react badly to them. I can’t bear for them to touch me, and I’ve had some unpleasant spider bites and I don’t like it. And I don’t even live anywhere with poisonous spiders! I can’t imagine if I did.
But when you touch one or startle one they react so exactly the same way as you do, I can’t help but find it funny and find some common ground in it. They’re always like EW EW NO EW NO OH GOD NO DON’T TOUCH ME AUGHHH and I’m like SAME EW SAME. So I kind of at least find that common cause with them.
I’m kind of deliberately working on being cool with them, because the thing is, they’re going to be around. That’s just how it is. That’s the environment I live in. It’s going to have spiders in it. So I’m kind of deliberately being chill with it. Because if I freak out, I won’t have time to do anything else, because they’re fucking everywhere.
I feel sympathetic for the people around me who really do have phobias– Brother In Law, improbably enough, who for example personally murdered 185 chickens today that he’d also personally raised from chicks (my point being that he’s not a man prone to flights of fancy or overpowering emotion), has a terrible spider phobia and is working super, super super hard not to pass it on to Farmbaby; he learned his unreasonable fear of spiders from his own father, and he really really tries not to let on when she’s around, but he’s fucking terrified of spiders. And uh. They’re everywhere. He works outdoors and in a creepy old barn. They’re just everywhere. I can’t imagine how exhausting that must be.
I just don’t like them, and freak out if they touch me, but I can handle them, on principle.
replied to your post “ughhh in my absence a wolf spider seems to have decided my bed is her…”
I’ve lived in the Midwest for 15 years now and have my first huge-ass (black and yellow garden) spider housemate; she’s setting up shop in our front bushes. It’s been 36 hours since I discovered her and I think I’m showing remarkable restraint in not burning the whole damn thing down. So you’re braver than me, is what I’m saying.
I tell you what though I bet those three pieces of information (US, huge-ass, black and yellow) are enough to tell me that she’s probably an Argiope Aurantia and those are the ones that make the cool zipper shape in their webs. I took a bunch of pictures of a really beautiful one last year.
They’re so beautiful, is the thing.
I’m not a super big fan of spiders. They’re creepy as fuck and so alien there’s basically no way to not react badly to them. I can’t bear for them to touch me, and I’ve had some unpleasant spider bites and I don’t like it. And I don’t even live anywhere with poisonous spiders! I can’t imagine if I did.
But when you touch one or startle one they react so exactly the same way as you do, I can’t help but find it funny and find some common ground in it. They’re always like EW EW NO EW NO OH GOD NO DON’T TOUCH ME AUGHHH and I’m like SAME EW SAME. So I kind of at least find that common cause with them.
I’m kind of deliberately working on being cool with them, because the thing is, they’re going to be around. That’s just how it is. That’s the environment I live in. It’s going to have spiders in it. So I’m kind of deliberately being chill with it. Because if I freak out, I won’t have time to do anything else, because they’re fucking everywhere.
I feel sympathetic for the people around me who really do have phobias– Brother In Law, improbably enough, who for example personally murdered 185 chickens today that he’d also personally raised from chicks (my point being that he’s not a man prone to flights of fancy or overpowering emotion), has a terrible spider phobia and is working super, super super hard not to pass it on to Farmbaby; he learned his unreasonable fear of spiders from his own father, and he really really tries not to let on when she’s around, but he’s fucking terrified of spiders. And uh. They’re everywhere. He works outdoors and in a creepy old barn. They’re just everywhere. I can’t imagine how exhausting that must be.
I just don’t like them, and freak out if they touch me, but I can handle them, on principle.
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Date: 2016-09-30 02:33 am (UTC)They're just so magificent, and so pretty, and their webs are so intricate.
Also they eat Bugs I Do Not Like, which doesn't hurt; but even if they were just decorative they'd be welcome to stay in my garden.