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Last entry, it was rats. This one, we're talking spiders. (Hey, I'm a little late with the Halloween spirit, but trust me, it's there.)

Man. Living where we do, and with the enormous tropical and tree-ridden yard we've got, I thought we had quite the range of spiders to deal with. Watching us walk through our yard at night, you might think we were bonkers - or blind. While we always try to let the OTHER person go first, if that doesn't work, we walk with our arms extended, desperately waving them back and forth. The purpose? To destroy any giant spider webs before they, and their weavers, wrap around our heads.

Here's why.  These are two pictures of orb spiders taken last week in our yard.LongLeggedYellow.jpg The big red hairy spider is a Garden Orb Spider. I think the other is a Golden Orb Spider, but I'm not sure. Either way, I'm not getting too close.

Looking at these two, I thought we'd stack up pretty well in the spider department. Instead, I found that we've got a bunch of wussy little spiders. Pansies. Wimps. Peewees. 

By sheer coincidence, one of our clients who happens to live in Australia sent us the following email:

"Here is a photo of the 'kind' of spider that surprised us all last night as we were watching television. The darn thing was larger than my husband's hand fully splayed. Not only was it huge, it was very very fast. We finally trapped it and threw it off the deck. It is called a huntsman spider. Australia - not for the weak of heart..."

For me, the key willie-making phrase was "very very fast." Here's the picture that she sent along with the emailHuntsmanSpider.jpg.

Picture this thing on the wall, an inch above your head in the dark while you're sleeping - and try not to scream:

Now, check out this paragraph I found when looking up the Huntsman's habits on the Internet. If there are higher-than average traffic fatalities in Australia, here's why:

"Huntsman spiders of many species sometimes enter houses. They are also notorious for entering cars, and being found hiding behind sun visors or running across the dashboard."

Man, am I glad I live in California.

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