I just really, really should not comment on this one! But I can’t help it. SWOOOOOSH would have been what I did!

I know. 

You do know that there is something decidedly wrong with you, don’t you?

My interaction with spiders is usually reduced to involuntary spasms when I catch them resting on my face when I’m asleep (beats me why they think that should be a safe haven) or when I don my hunting gear to remove any of the two trillion spiders invading my place when it gets more unpleasant outside.

Have I ever mentioned that I simply have too much nature ouside of my place? I’m thinking of opting for the scorched earth policy one of these days. If there is a perimeter of 10 meters of utterly dead land around my place, will that deter spiders?

Probably not.

P.S.: Grilled Tarantula legs make for great appetizers (tastes somewhat like chicken meat). Tried them in Venezuela ... with lots of Cacique rum.

Um, you really are lonely without the lad, aren’t you?  When spiders become your best friend it’s definitely time to get out more! 

I had to giggle at Volkher’s comment after my recent squirrel adventure, and your comment to my post.  Seems like there’s a lot of stuff out there that tastes like chicken!!

LOL! Well, yes, I suppose there may be something wrong with me. But I can give free reign to my inner eccentric now. Especially where spiders are concerned. I like them—except for the poisonous ones. They fascinate me and now that the lad isn’t here I can let a limited number move in to amuse and fascinate me daily. Whenever the lad sees a spider he immediately defies gravity. He’s not a spider friendly kind of guy.

I thought the same thing, Eleanor. Volkher’s comment made me laugh, too. Lots of things seem to taste like chicken. Frogs legs, even...except with a slight hint of frog pond water. I have to say, though, it would take an awful lot of rum before I could actually eat a Tarantula leg. Or a grasshopper. Or even a snail.

Volkher, I don’t think the scorched earth policy would work. That would make them even more determined to move in with you because all the rest of their habitat would be gone. We just have to face it...we’re vastly outnumbered by lotsa-legged critters.

I’m sneaking a peek from work--has been the week from you know where and have not had my cider press hill fix!!

Chuckled over the “tastes like chicken”.......we had fried alligator at a place in Newburyport - that, alas is now gone, was called Joppa Flats, and yup, tasted a lot like chicken!!

Used to go to a bar in Haverhill that guaranteed your name on a plaque on the wall if you ate (drank?) the worm in the tequila bottle..........hmmmm, now, while my attraction to margaritas/tequila sunrises is well documented, I could never do it and it would take more than my name on a plaque to entice me--maybe a million dollars or so!!  However, one of our friends was determined to try.  Lots of nights there, lots of tequila--may I use the word prodigious amounts of tequila--but he never quite made it.  Lots of laughs during the process though.......