We have big ones in Tasmania, Australia. Big hairy ones. Silent ones. Lingering behind picture frames, sleeping at the back of the bedhead, enjoying rides in the dark recesses of cars. Yep, we have creepy, hairy, large spiders that can turn up anywhere. Anywhere.
Recently Pauly and I have joined the Launceston Aquatic Centre, thanks to our lovely friend Bruce who gave us two vouchers to join up as a trial for a month. Sweet. The pool is fabulous and the gym looks wonderful. We’ve used the pool and spa but not the gym as yet. We are in taper for the marathon in 10 days, it’s all about calm, floating and definitely not time to try some new DOMS-creating exercise regime.
What does joining the Aquatic Centre have to do with spiders?
On Saturday as we were parking the car at the Centre, a lady came over to us and said You might want to get rid of that!
We’d just got out of the car and there crawling out of a small gap in the boot was a large hairy spider! Paul being the brave and chivalrous gentleman that he is, went over the flicked it off. Where did he flick it off to? In my direction! I almost felt the hairs on its hairy legs as it whizzed by me. I was not impressed! It was an accident. Apparently, an accident? Mmm You can’t take the naughty school boy out of this old crusty farmer who loves to give the girls a fright. And he’s a huntsman with perfect aim… accident indeed.
I related a story to this rather startled lady who had kindly pointed out the spider. I told her of the day that we’d gone to Launceston in the old farm jeep to deliver a quad bike for servicing. We stopped at a café with alfresco dining. As we sat drinking a coffee I watched a huge hairy spider quietly make its way down one of the jeep wheels, then it walked around on the road for a few moments. I’m thinking it worked out that he was in the city and he didn’t like it very much, so he climbed back up the wheel and to some place dark and hidden in the jeep to travel back to the farm. Gulp. I had to get back in that vehicle to get home.
The lady listened in horror!
Spiders. We have them. Lots of them.
During the week we zoomed into the supermarket. Remember the spider who said hello at the pool? Well he must’ve done the same thing as the spider in the jeep because when I opened the boot to retrieve some shopping bags (no plastic shopping bags in Tasmania, we’re all environmentally friendly, shoppers need to have their own) there was the spider, happily lazing in a cosy spot just near the boot seal.
Quick Pauly! Get him this time! I yelled. This is much to the amusement of the retired gentleman sitting in the car waiting for his wife to do the groceries. Watching me and the spider was obviously way more entertaining than reading his newspaper. Pauly flew around but this time the spider was faster, he crawled into a deeper spot and as far as I know is still there.
You do know Pauly that if that spider comes out while you’re driving I will scream??? That’s ok, Pauly has nerves of steel and is prepared. I on the other hand am going to spray the boot today!
My girls have bug spray in their cars just in case. This came about one time when one of them phoned me in distress. They were in a car park and there was a spider in the car. They couldn’t find it, couldn’t bring themselves to look too hard for it and couldn’t get in the car because it was there! We can laugh now. But don’t think that all boys are any braver, number one son is just as wary of spiders as his two big sisters.
Do we get them in the house? Not any more!!! Our lovely pest control people come at the end of December every year and spray around so that no smart spider enters the house. I think I’m going to ask them to do the cars this time around!
Mr Spider it’s two rounds to you and none to me. But rest assured, I will get you! Your car dwelling days are numbered. Either that or I will take up running for everything, no spiders in my running shoes…well I hope not.
Happy running 🙂
Ps The big hairy spiders are not venomous at all and don’t bite, they are just scary and creepy.