Those in our studio audience who would like to explore the issue of co-existing with insane arachnids further may enjoy…
- A recent blog post about the karma of bug killing
- Two images I found of the actual Giant Red Spider of Doom. You may think that my sketched renderings and the photographs have little in common. I would like to point out that my sketch is a far more accurate depiction of the fear and monstrosity of the creature. (Okay, so I was going to find a bigger picture of it, but just going to the website was seriously freaking me out. Toes curling, wishing I had shoes on, stomach all oogly-boogly. You’ll just have to click the photo for it.)
- The following map of known sightings of the Giant Red Spider of Doom within my sleeping cabin. Notice each interloper’s proximity to important spaces – my side of the family bed (of pain), and the towel rack in the bathroom:
Beth Hull 
Yikes! Run away! Run away!
But wait! What if he’s actually a well-meaning and friendly fellow who’s just a bit lonely?
Your running away might psychologically scar him for life.
What to do? What to do?
Well-meaning? Friendly? Pat, you should have seen how he lurked on the wall next to my bed. He was a hunting spider.
I think I can, in good conscience, risk a little emotional scarring on behalf of the spider in order to ensure my own survival.
You’re right. And I must admit that I find lurking hunting spiders far more alarming than just hunting spiders. Personally, I’m glad I didn’t meet him.
YIKES!! That spider would definitely freak me out too – great job keeping your wits about ya – I hope you got the ice cream! 🙂
This is hysterical and terrifying and wonderful!