Over at Lily Childs blog, she had a post about spiders. He’d written a poem and asked for people to write their stories, fact or fiction, about encounters with the beautiful eight legged critter.
Well, mine went like this.
I was doing a bathroom in Manchester, before we moved up here. In the house, the owners daughter had a couple of aquariums in her bedroom. I know this because she was in at the time I was there. Clean your minds!! Anyway, she told me that she had two spiders. A tarantula and some other huge thing that ate birds in the wild. Anyway she asked me if I wanted to hold the tarantula (the other was to vicious). I said yes, being six feet three inches and a builder type.
So, she lifted the lid off the aquarium and told me to pick the spider up.
What the Fuck!!!
I did! Bearing in mind that I have quite large hands, it was a monster. From the photo (Taken on a phone) you can’t see my hands shaking!
“So, they don’t bite do they?”
“Not normally, but if it does I’ll drive you to hospital.”
“Okay, you can have it back now!”
Anyway, that’s my spider story. What’s yours?
Thanks for looking and you can leave a comment, if you so wish…….if not, don’t!! 🙂