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I need an ID on a FUCKING HUGE SPIDER.
Jun. 10th, 2008 12:31 amWARNING: Links below contain graphic pictures of arachnids. Please do not click if you have a problem with this.
Now, I grew up here in East Tennessee. I'm used to spiders. I love spiders. I have a near-religious obligation to never harm spiders, which is the reason that this one made it out of the house alive. But the good lord created spiders to only grow to a certain size in this area and the monstrosity I just threw out the back door could only be an agent of chaos.
Picture is actually pretty close to life-size, perhaps a hair bigger.
The little servant of Llolth was quite easily larger than my palm without bothering to stretch its legs, and it didn't seem to care about being seen. So I did a bit of a tiny shriek, and then ran to show my mum so she could also indulge in the womanly shrieking. Since I couldn't actually use a glass because it was too damn big, I put a tupperware container over it and attempted to take deep calming breaths.
Here it is with a small paint brush for scale.
And here it is with my mum's hand holding the tupperware down while it flailed at the sides.
Still no clue what it was, though. It's outside now, but if it comes back I'd like to know what name to use in the banishing ritual. Best guess is a wolf spider--I don't think they're supposed to be that size, but it could be some kind of freakish mutant. Spiders are spinners of webs and killers of pests and bearers of wisdom and all that, but only Ananse gets to be big enough to sit at the dinner table.
Now, I grew up here in East Tennessee. I'm used to spiders. I love spiders. I have a near-religious obligation to never harm spiders, which is the reason that this one made it out of the house alive. But the good lord created spiders to only grow to a certain size in this area and the monstrosity I just threw out the back door could only be an agent of chaos.
Picture is actually pretty close to life-size, perhaps a hair bigger.
The little servant of Llolth was quite easily larger than my palm without bothering to stretch its legs, and it didn't seem to care about being seen. So I did a bit of a tiny shriek, and then ran to show my mum so she could also indulge in the womanly shrieking. Since I couldn't actually use a glass because it was too damn big, I put a tupperware container over it and attempted to take deep calming breaths.
Here it is with a small paint brush for scale.
And here it is with my mum's hand holding the tupperware down while it flailed at the sides.
Still no clue what it was, though. It's outside now, but if it comes back I'd like to know what name to use in the banishing ritual. Best guess is a wolf spider--I don't think they're supposed to be that size, but it could be some kind of freakish mutant. Spiders are spinners of webs and killers of pests and bearers of wisdom and all that, but only Ananse gets to be big enough to sit at the dinner table.
