Beware .....The spiders are getting bigger !

Why are people scared of spiders?
I never get it; if we lived in the lands of the Camel-spider I could maybe understand it, but every British Spider I ever met was either smaller than my boot or easily picked up and moved elsewhere if persistently annoying.

I used to know an RAF EOD chap that would spend his working day cheerfully removing 90 year old Mustard gas shells, or driving landrovers full of cooking off ammunition, but would scream like a small girl if a Spider scuttled near him.

All most peculiar.
Inherited fear? As everyone I know that's scared of 'em also has parents that freak out at the sight of eight legs.
Adam, I wish I could answer your query. I have had the (irrational) fear of spiders for as long as I can remember with out a clue as to what or why? If they're outdoors it's not a problem, even in the house as long as they stay on the ceiling or high up on the wall then there's no problem. But my irrational fear kicks in as soon as they (spiders) enter MY comfort zone ie: the floor, table, etc.

Hopefully there is a 'spider removal' person like Smudger Jnr on hand to counter the threat. If not, then I'm afraid it's the phone book for the beastie. And just in case dropping the equivelent of a row of terraced houses on the beast was'nt enough, I'll stamp on the phone book... Just to make sure!

Oh! And for those unafraid of the eight legged freaks... It is NOT funny to pick one up and pretend to throw it at the likes of myself!!!!

 

Quite right.
Pretending is wrong, actually doing it is far more amusing.
Remind me never to make you the offical spider removal person!!!

 

AAWWWW!... Just look at his cute wee face:



He's not bad, just misunderstood! Learn to love him (or her - but watch out!)

Tom.

 

"Help me....help me !"

 

And now, the traditional attempt to insert a mild touch of Military history into unrelated threads

Boo! Spoilsport!

 

and one for vP

 

Adam
And now, the traditional attempt to insert a mild touch of Military history into unrelated threads:


And now the traditional attempt to pull the thread back to it's original title..........

After certain some forum member's have revealed that I can't distinguish between a spiders arse and it's eyeballs I am forced to punish the same members by showing (once again) one of my granddaughters handling a tarantula

 

Please tell me she's on happy mushrooms and imagining she's holding a bonsai.

Time to go to bed and I don't think I'll sleep properly tonight. Yuck!

 

Adam


And now the traditional attempt to pull the thread back to it's original title..........

After certain some forum member's have revealed that I can't distinguish between a spiders arse and it's eyeballs I am forced to punish the same members by showing (once again) one of my granddaughters handling a tarantula

What a very pretty girl....and your granddaughter is very lovely too!

Only kidding!
Ron you have unleashed a bit of a monster with this thread!
Best regards,
Tom.

 

The only spider that's allowed in our place is the one parked in the garage - as for the rest, if my spider removal person doesn't get them quick enough they get the spray, phone book, and bottom of my shoe (all of the above but not necessarily in that order). Then my spider removal person has to get rid of what's left while I make a run for it!

 

im trying my best to keep it on track (no pun intended)
however there is a web of doubt
Spider aircraft in India 1934 Photo Gallery by Andrew John Jones at pbase.com

 

Who couldn't love this little guy?:



Tom.

 

im trying my best to keep it on track (no pun intended)
however there is a web of doubt
Spider aircraft in India 1934 Photo Gallery by Andrew John Jones at pbase.com

What a big fukker you got there! Of the F7A sort, of course!

And speaking of G-EBTS there is AncientGebts.org Press - Lulu.com

(anything to have this thread derailed!)

 

Back, for the moment, on spiders ..........................

The reason I took the pictures in the first place was because one of my son-in-laws had been discussing with me only the day before about the remarkable way they manage to attach a line from a bush to another object some distance away by literally throwing themselves into space and allowing the wind to help them reach their "target".

Have a look at this pic.

The middle bush on the right (as you enlarge it note the web filament) was at least six feet away from the front of the car where she finally made her web.

Now you can get back to your spider aircraft :p

Ron

 

I have a few of these little fellas hanging around at the moment.
Zebra Spider – Salticus scenicus

 

When we went to America one of the chaps hooked up with an American girl. (That she later turned out to be a drug dealing, married, psychotic half native American is another story.) He went round to hers for fun and frolics and came back with some tiny bites on his right hand side, I glanced and told him to go to the doc immediately - seeing tell tale signs of major infection.

He manned up to it, didn't go and a day and a half rushed there as his skin started going black and basically rotting off.

Moral of the story?

"Kill them! Kill them all!" Preferably to the Starship Troopers soundtrack.