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By *heWolfMan
over a year ago
warwickshire |
I know a geezer who the RSPCA call whenever they have exotic pets that need looking after. One night he got a call, that they needed him to go to a house to pick up a spider, the owner couldn't look after it any more (due to him being arrested). He got there to find the house was some kind of drug den squat, the RSPCA had taken away some dogs, then had noticed this spider's case had been knocked over in the mayhem of the preceeding police raid. They had simply shat themselves and thrown a plastic tub over it, then phoned for the cavalry. So, this chap gingerly lifts off the tub and sees the biggest spider he's EVER seen, of a type he's unfamiliar with, one which is apparently very rare, or at least an enthusiast's spider (unlike your common red-kneed tarantula). He says it would have only just fitted in a biscuit tin.
Anyway, he tips the tub up, holds it in front of the beast and waits for it to climb inside. It sits there. After a while he decides to give it some encouragement and lightly touches its back end with the lid of the tub. The spider then zooms forward, skirts the tub, straight up his arm and inside the neck of his shirt.......
Now if it had been me, you would be reading this tale in a coroner's report, I cannot imagine such a horror, I'm sure heart failure would be the outcome. I can't remember much of the rest of the story, my legs had buckled by then and things were going wavy, but he was, to say the very least, astounded at how fast this spider had zipped up his arm, too fast for him to stop it disappearing into the nice warm dark inside his shirt. And this is from a man who handles them regularly, knows what to expect.
Apparently, a typical tarantula would simply move forward a couple of steps if you nudge it, not sprint away. They still haven't been able to ascertain where these scrotes in the squat had obtained this spider.
I have no idea how he got the thing out of his shirt (apart from ve-ry carefully), I had heard enough. A cautionary tale, I think you'll agree.
I always introduce spiders to the sole of Mr Shoe, no exceptions, it's them or me. |
Its like something the size of the Empire State building being scared of us.
Now if a gorilla or tiger came wandering into the lounge that's a different matter. 
