Comments on: …oh my

By: Jody Davis

Jody Davis — Wed, 12 Nov 2008 23:16:09 +0000

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By: Amy Lu

Amy Lu — Wed, 25 Jul 2007 11:10:32 +0000

I am never ever moving to the Pacific Northwest. Never. No thank you. I like Wisconsin, with it’s extremely cold, very long, bug-killing winters.

Oh, and I’ve heard about the BIRD CATCHING spiders of Australia. A friend encountered one in her shower while traveling there. I can’t handle the thought of a spider that could eat my hand for lunch.

I’m so freaked out just thinking about it that I’ve become acutely aware that I’m barefoot. And I can’t see under the desk. I don’t know what’s down there… I feel the need to put on some shoes….

By: aarwenn

aarwenn — Mon, 23 Jul 2007 07:04:09 +0000

–And yet, in spite of that, I moved back here after college and now build planes for a very large company, you may have heard of us, we’re making this new plane out of carbon fiber? Hello from one Seattlelite to another! I found your blog from Not Martha and have added you to my feeds–love the blog so far.

By: aarwenn

aarwenn — Mon, 23 Jul 2007 06:53:47 +0000

I grew up in Seattle–Tacoma, actually–and my parents’ three story house was built into a hillside. (Common in mountain country.) All those ground-level entrances that giant house spiders like? We had three different ground levels = three times the giant house spiders. I agree with everyone that they are absolutely gigantic. Every time I saw one out of the corner of my eye, I thought it was a rat until I looked closer. UGH.

Then I got a German Shepherd. We had a deal: I knocked the spider off the wall with a broom, Titan pounced on and ate the spider. Helped me out a number of times, in addition to helping out occasional houseguests who would waylay me as I was getting in late at night, as I was the black sheep and stayed out late–my lucky parents only heard these stories in the morning. The best was a pair of Japanese exchange students who heard the front door open one early morning and rushed downstairs at me, phrasebook in hand. Their English was excellent and they certainly knew the word spider–I think they were so freaked out that they wanted to make SURE I knew what they had seen, and they brought out the phrasebook. “SPIDER,” they said, eyes like saucers. “BEEEG spider.” Titan and I went up to have a look. It was a GHS, but it was bright neon green and therefore I thought maybe it could be poisonous. I killed it, not wanting Titan to eat it if it was poisonous, and threw it out a window. I swear I heard the thunk when its body hit the ground.

By: Rebecca

Rebecca — Fri, 20 Jul 2007 20:03:20 +0000

I too have encountered the Giant House Spider. It was when I was in high school and was going to bed one night. I walked in the door and turned on the light, and the first thing I saw was this *gigantic* spider walking up the wall beside my bed. It was bigger than my hand, and I am not exaggerating! Usually I freeze and whimper a bit when I see a particularly scary spider, but this time I did a full-out movie-style scream, which brought my mom running. She took one look at it, said "That IS a big one!" and killed it for me. Usually she would have teased me about being scared of it, but later she said it freaked her out a bit too. That encounter was on par with the first time I ever saw a house centipede. This was a few years later, when I was living on my own and in graduate school. Around 2 in the morning, the cat, who had been lying next to me, started meowing in a rather strange way. I woke up and turned on the light, and saw that she was looking up at the corner of the wall over my bed. There was a massive centipede there, which really freaked me out because I had never seen such a thing before, and it MADE NOISES at me! Aiee! I yelped a little, then grabbed my slipper and smashed it into oblivion, but not before I had chased it around the wall a bit. Those things are very fast, let me tell you. I am very happy to be with my boyfriend, who will catch and take outside any such critters with only the slightest level of complaints.

By: Stacy McCoy

Stacy McCoy — Sun, 14 Jan 2007 09:18:51 +0000

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By: kali

kali — Wed, 17 May 2006 02:02:50 +0000

oh. good. lord. i can’t stop shuddering.
uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

By: Sonia(DDM)

Sonia(DDM) — Tue, 16 May 2006 23:13:19 +0000

ACK! I’m completely wigged out. Those GHS bastards are going to be the death of me. I have had 2 episodes in particular that stand out. The first huge mofo GHS I ever saw? I *heard* it walking across the linoleum before I saw it. *tap,tap,tap-tap* I turned around, screamed at the top of my lungs and then levitated into the next room. The second wasn’t quite as big, but much more traumatic. I opened the door from the house into the garage, and there was a big ass spider there. And then? He. Ran. Straight. At. Me. Over my foot (EEEEEK!) and into the house. It was like it was a pet, and he was grateful that I opened the door and let him in for the night. My husband came running in time to see me levitate, again, over to the couch. He loves to make fun of me for my spider fear. This time however, when he saw it, he uttered a list of expletives that I’m pretty sure consisted of new ones he’d made up. He killed it with a heavy book ~ SPLAT! *Phhhhooooobluuurgh*. There it lay, book with hairy brown legs sticking out from under it.

I’m not going to be able to go to sleep tonight.

By: Meg

Meg — Tue, 16 May 2006 22:33:38 +0000

I live in the middle of nowhere in Florida, we have giant “wolf spiders” and flying 5 inch roaches. I’ll trade you! I used to have a pet rat named Harry :)

By: Jessie

Jessie — Tue, 16 May 2006 22:16:22 +0000

I don’t think I could handle the G.H.S., like, at all. I don’t do spiders. My husband makes fun of me for it, but you should see him run when one of his least favorite creatures comes running toward him. What horrible creature would make my husband run, you ask? Why, kittens. That’s right. My manly husband is afraid of kittens. (He claims it’s their razor-sharp claws that they like to dig into his leg, but I maintain that seeing a 6-foot-2 man run from a kitten is the funniest thing I’ve ever, EVER, seen.)