I have no problem with spiders, though I prefer to not have large, hairy ones near my bed, towels, or car (and I'm not so good with the disposal of the muscle-bound, hirsuite ones – preferring a muscle-bound hirsuite bloke to deal with them). BUT, on the whole, for a chick, I reckon with spiders, I'm not too shabby.
I'm averaging a kill of a deadly per day. I don't spray, that's a bit yucky. I'm happy to get up close to the deadlies with a shoe and a quick whack.
Lately, I've never seen so many. No funnelwebs so far this summer, but the amount of redbacks is phenomenal! They're everywhere… on the kids surfboards, under all our chairs and tables, on every bike, they're bloody omnipresent (since I'm on a roll with that word).
The other day, cleaning the verandah before two thirds of the entourage celebrated their birthday, this monster was unearthed.
Thought I'd share because of it's sheer size. That's a medium-sized cicada surrounded. Quite a beautiful specimen, she is. My biggest fear when taking the photo was not the deadly spider, of course, but the comatose exoskeleton in it's grasp!
'Aint no figurin' that baby out!
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