Spiders generally don’t bother me. In fact, most insects don’t bother me at all (except mosquitoes, because let’s face it, they are not simply insects — mosquitoes fall into the realm of demon spawn and nothing less).
Last night, however … I met this guy.
Despite my general non-problem with spiders overall
, when there is a spider in my garage that is nearly as large as my three-week-old chickens, my first inclination is to take a photo. My next inclination is to SMASH IT!! Because, ewwww, that spider is as big as my hand.
When I took the photo pictured above, I did notice how much the spider’s eyes lit up for the flash. It was odd — like the whole spider’s body was reflective, even…
So I went to smash the vile monster, and when I did, it was like an explosion of little spiders. No joke, there must’ve been a hundred little guys that came flying off of the big
guy … well, girl, rather. See, wolf spiders don’t make webs. They don’t set traps for their prey like most spiders do. They are active predators. Since they don’t weave webs, the female spider carries her eggs on her back. Once hatched, the little ones ride around on momma for a couple of weeks.
So basically I killed their enormous monster of a mother. I think I got most of the little ones, too.
Once it occurred to me what happened with the spider explosion, I went back and looked at the photo again and realized that the mother spider wasn’t sparkly — those were all the eyes of the little ones shining up at me.
I almost feel bad for smashing them. Almost. if she hadn’t been such an overachieving giant, they likely would have survived. But I just can’t ignore that, babies or not. *shiver*