If you know me, you soon know that I love chocolate – and *shudders* hate hairy huntsman spiders.
Because I find them kinda very freaky – and because I don’t want to be faced with these photos every time I open my blog… I have hidden the spider pics further down in the post, so click on ‘More’ to read… more! 😛 From experience, I know they hide in sheds – and I know they like to scuttle like a ripple across the ceiling and then launch their hairy bodies (Eeeeeek!) at me. But we will not go there. I have toooooo too many stories that I could tell! (Errr… even one in the early hours of my wedding day, now that I think about it.)
I have been scared of huntsman spiders forever. My mum is scared of huntsman spiders. Heh – lots of people are scared of huntsman spiders! But I have to tell you, the huntsman spiders that freaked me out when I grew up are babies to the mammoth bird-eating-spider-like variety that I discovered when I first visited my (now) husband’s family home.
His father once joked that they were fattening them up for Christmas dinner. Not funny!
Such spiders are not welcome in or around my home. Sometimes hairy huntsman spiders appear… and disappear…
During the week, my husband commented about the spider dirt dropping on the canvas of our caravan… At the time, I thought daddy long legs. (Daddy long legs are messy pests, but they aren’t freaky scary.) I should have known! I didn’t even suspect. I could not have IMAGINED what I would discover… today.
You see, I thought those two brown lengths extending from the shed beam were in fact rusty wire. I have seen them before. They were just above my wheelie bin… Just above my head… often! Today I looked a little closer…
TWO HAIRY LEGS!
The spider is no longer living in my shed.
And I have a sore throat.
He almost landed on my son’s head.
And my skin is still creeping.
Even a tramp over green paddocks failed to soothe my shattered nerves…
Needless to say, I was a little jittery when I went walking this afternoon.
And I’m shuddering all over again as I write this for you.
Hairy Huntsman Spider
If there’s one thing that I dread,
it’s a trip out to the shed,
when the moon has chased the sunlight far away.
For I know, without a doubt,
that the monster lurks about,
’cause by night is when the Huntsman seeks his prey.
So my spotlight scans the beams,
seeking out the brilliant gleams,
of the beady eyes upon the spider’s head.
When I can delay no more,
then I dart in through the door,
To stand, peering high and low inside the shed.
My imagination flares,
lest he catch me unawares,
for that spider is a threat I can’t ignore!
But I think he smells my fear,
and it draws him ever near,
as I fumble in a frenzy through my chore.
With my torch I wildly sweep,
lest my nemesis should creep,
from behind a post or some such shadowed place.
For I have this vivid fear,
that the huntsman will appear,
to pounce! – And scurry, right across my face!
Shrill and frantic are my cries,
when I see the glinting eyes,
that strike terror and revulsion to my core.
Not a creature of my mind,
but a huge and hairy kind –
for that huntsman isn’t hiding anymore!
Worse! – I’m stuck inside the shed,
with the monster that I dread,
’cause there’s one place I forgot to check before!
Though my mind shrieks, “Run away!”
yet my limbs cannot obey,
for I see that spider, poised above the door!
‘Hairy Huntsman Spider’ © Kathryn Apel 2004