If you’re arachnophobic, best to back out slowly now…
If, on the other hand, you thought I might have stuffed a toff along with a gun, his horse and beagle into my worm farm, then no, that’s not quite the case.
I was, in fact happily feeding my worms yesterday, spreading around vege scraps and making sure that the worms were cosily blanketed under their towel when something caught my eye.
A big hairy spider.
A big hairy spider…that looks to be an expectant mother of 200 odd babies.
In my worm farm. Making her home.
Yes I am a sook when it comes to spiders, an antipodean arachnophobe. I know it is not the tropics here (where spiders come in the size of small cars) but this is still not the place to live if spiders make you queasy. And spiders do make me queasy. Especially ones that can easily be as big as your hand.
I am writing this post because I am going to try to live with Henrietta Huntsman. No, not literally, but I am going to try to make my peace with the fact that she is a good bug, not a bad bug. She will keep my worm farm fly free. She will not look for trouble. She will sit in her little corner waiting for the big day. When the big day comes and I open the worm farm…I will run away screaming hysterically. But then I will pick myself up, telll myself that this is all part of nature’s miracle and calmly find a way to live with 200 little huntsmen in my worm farm.
I don’t think they eat worms.
For those interested in the life and times of these hairy minibeasts, huntsmen are found in many countries other than Australia, but you can read more about our particular varieties here, I think Henrietta is Holconia montana. The Museum Victoria site I’ve linked to calmly notes that they “…occassionally enter vehicles, causing much alarm”.