I managed not to hurt it as I brushed it off.
That is a perfectly horrible spider. It’s got the exact proportions that are just the fuckin worst. Worst size too.
Props on not panicking though, and being able to get it off the shirt without injuring it.
I’ve gotten better with spiders but to look one down and see it scrambling up my chest I don’t know if I’d be able keep control.
Yeah, just a garden spider - an orb weaver, I think - but kind of nightmare fuel.
My scream was internal
I can guarantee you mine would have been, high, loud and extremely external.
I think the expression, I would’ve woken the dead, would fit.
I love these little spiderbros. We get them on our front porch and nearby areas all the time. They demolish things like earwigs for us when they’re dumb enough to get that high, and regularly handle bigger mosquitoes. They do tend to kill a lot of moths though, which isn’t necessarily a good or bad thing for humans.
They’re also chill as hell. Having a habit of building webs near the door, I’ve walked into many of their masterpieces and had them suddenly appear on my face lol. Never a single nip, and they’ll gladly move to a hand that’s placed in front of them and be moved to a new spot. Wouldn’t recommend handling spiders in general, but these are about as human neutral as it gets. They just don’t see us as enough of a threat to bite unless you mess with them heavily.
We’ve had generations of them now, all building webs in the same area. It’s really fucking cool tbh. Like, hundreds of these having lived out their lives in harmony with us, never causing problems, usually helping out, and being beautiful along the way.
I’ll take exception to “little,” but yeah they’re pretty benign to humans. Perfectly designed to look terrifying though (which means we evolved to be scared of spiders that looked like this for whatever reason).
I think I’m broken lol.
I’ve never had a fear response to spiders (or other critters for the most part). I remember being about five, walking through the woods with my grandmother and seeing this beautiful thing hanging on a web. She tells me this story about how the spider can write your name in the web, and god will see it and if you’ve been nice to the spider, he will bless you.
Now, obviously, we ran across an argiope aurantia (fairly common “writing” spider). But I wanted to pet it so bad, but mamaw said that spiders don’t like being petted, and god didn’t mean for them to be touched.
The religion part didn’t stick, but I remember being struck by the way the light through the trees made the spider glow a little. There was no fear for me, just this sense of joy that I had seen it.
But, while these little brown babies aren’t as photogenic as most argiopae, my thought when I see them is cuddly because of how fuzzy they look lol.
No joke, if I close my eyes, I can still see that spider hanging there, suspended on gossamer in the sunlight, like some kind of magic.
That’s really cool, and I’m sure a lot of people would rather have that kind of response.
My wife and daughter and both pretty significantly arachnophobic. It’s interesting because we’re a pretty “sciency” bunch, and intellectually they think spiders are cool, but they have a visceral, extreme reactions to even little spiders that are too close.
I have almost no fear of them as long as I know they aren’t especially venomous; I’ll regularly carry them outside in my hand. But that big thing scrambling up my chest so close to my face really got my heart working.
Oh so the problem is they don’t fear humans. Time to teach them a lesson.
Lmao!
Wow. That is quite the large spider.
Yep, this is my call to block this sublemmy or whatever they are called. Too many spiders and creepy shit.
They’re called communities.
