April 7th, 2008
|11:20 am - GUESS WHO'S BACK?|
I refused to go any closer
AND THEN I KILLED THAT BASTARD. KILLED THAT BASTARD DEAD!
...How do you dispose of a dead huntsman?
Current Mood: triumphant
|Date:||April 7th, 2008 01:34 am (UTC)|| |
That is fucking horrifying. I think that my arachnophobia* has just come thundering back. You are a warrior woman.*That kniblet cured me of. She cured me by making me more scared of her than of the spiders.
I am somewhat arachnophobic, too. As my shrieking and shaking when I saw this probably indicated.
I'm amazed I haven't had any so far.
But I can't remember any dreams I've had recently, either, so maybe I'm just forgetting.
|Date:||April 7th, 2008 01:35 am (UTC)|| |
Christ Almighty. That's a lot bigger than I was picturing. The only poisonous spiders indigenous to North Carolina are black widows, which are big, dramatic and obvious and therefore safe because you're not going to mistake them for anything else, and brown violins, which are absolutely tiny and not even worth bothering about because if there's one around you won't see it till after it's bitten you anyway. That thing is...a little too in your face for comfort.
As to how you dispose of them, can't you just chuck it in the garbage can?
Hunstmans aren't really dangerous or anything - not like redbacks or funnel-webs - but they are huge and scary as fuck. I am only hoping my shrieking wasn't heard by any of the neighbours.
Yes, but it's on the floor and I don't want to touch it. *shudders*
ARGH! That's pretty frakking sinister looking hunstman! How did you kill it? Normally I trap them with the whole glass and a piece of paper trick, but one time there was one so huge I had to use a bucket and record sleeve...
Excessive amounts of fly spray.
OMG. Dude. That is WAAAY bigger than I was picturing. You might want to make sure that all small children and pets are accounted for. Srsly.
See, my freaking out the other day was entirely justified!
Oh god I just threw up a little in my mouth when I saw that pic. O_O
I was shrieking. Literally. Especially when it started running down the wall onto my little noticeboard thing.
|Date:||April 7th, 2008 02:46 am (UTC)|| |
Congrats on killing that bastard! You are much braver than I.
It'd take a lot more bravery to go on with that thing alive in my room.
|Date:||April 7th, 2008 03:05 am (UTC)|| |
Eat it! Before it eats you.
Now, I'm not usually that scared of spiders. They creep me out a little, but hey, they're just animals too. Especially if I know they're not poisonous (and none of them are around here), it's live and let live.
But I don't live somewhere where you can come across something like *that* in the wild... I can imagine getting scared the fuck out if you meet one unawares.
|Date:||April 7th, 2008 07:50 am (UTC)|| |
It was a wolf spider...on my bicycle...in the wilds of Western Aus, that forever marked me an arachnophobia sufferer...Hawai'i had cane spiders, which ironically look a lot like Huntsmens... Before the wolfie incident, spiders didn't faze me at all. And we had funnel webs and redbacks all over the place. I get this whopping great wolfie pop out from behind my front reflector and all bets were off.
I personally would have thanked my smoking habit and some handy dandy flammable spray if I actually survived seeing that thing on my wall. Your balls? They are bigger then mine! My recommendation? Get a shovel...with a really long handle.
Yep, that about sums it up.
|Date:||April 7th, 2008 08:32 pm (UTC)|| |
Yep, that about sums it up.