Hobo Spiders
October 26, 2006As I’m writing this, my first post on my new blog, I feel a small tickle on my foot. I shake it off, look down, and there it is.
A hobo spider. THE spider I’ve been warned about, a deadly little guy with a mean bite. I screamed! My husband came running downstairs, as I shook violently, looking for something to hit the spider with. Everything in arm’s reach was computer-related, and either too expensive or too big to use. The spider sat there, looking at me. Hubby grabbed the spider spray and soaked the thing.
It kept coming at him. Even faster, it seemed. He continued to spray it until it was dripping in poison. It still kept coming towards him.
“They’re predatory,” I yelled at him. “He’s going to hunt you down and kill you!”
He ended up squishing him with a roll of duct tape. I was still shaking.
The hobo spider is as deadly, if not more deadly, than the more famous Black Widow. It’s up there with the Brown Recluse as well. Here’s what a bite looks like:
Scary, eh?
After reading up on these little guys, I’m terrified. They’re immune to spider spray, and in fact, it’s not recommended that we use spray on them. It kills the other “good” spiders. As if there IS such a thing, right? Anyway, we’ve set up glue traps and are going to spend tomorrow afternoon looking for their low-lying webs and egg sacs outside, now that we know what they look like.
I promise, the next post won’t be so icky.
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