She’s been living in a plexiglas cube that used to be quite comfortable for her, but that pile of molts I keep on top is testimony that she just keeps on growing.
So crowded. So shabby. So this morning I relocated her to a huge, roomy 29 gallon fish tank, about 75cm x 25cm, with high class furnishings.
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I had two weird dreams about spiders last night. One was about what I thought was a black widow. It appeared dead or frozen and was black, shiny and stout. I looked for an hourglass but to no avail. When I looked again it disappeared and I was nervous about a dangerous spider running loose in my house.
Reminds me of one of those rare instances when I killed a spider which I am very certain was a huge black widow scurrying across my wall.
Then I dreamt about a larger furry spider in a plastic enclosure with a bearded man’s head and face. I wasn’t fearful but perplexed. I woke with a feeling of agitated unease, which has happened more often recently due to disturbing dreams I would stop well short of calling nightmares. I don’t wake relaxed though.
Funny thing that snakes in my dreams rarely ever startle me. They intrigue me, maybe because I interacted with pet snakes and also in the wild as part of a previous job. I mostly tolerate spiders though have shared my shower with a series of flatties chilling in the corner. Flatties are cool.
I guess this post coinciding with my dream was not synchronicity but I find it meaningful. Not the most unnerving dream I’ve had recently. I did watch the “Metalhead” episode of Black Mirror before bed after the new USS Callister episode, which maybe left me in a state of unease leading to the dream.
You’re in Florida! You should be swimming in black widows everywhere!
Well I’m not dead yet. I can’t recall except once or twice seeing a black widow around my house. There was something that could have been a very young brown widow given the abdomen, which appeared next to my front door after a reroofing adjacent ant incursion. It succumbed. It was legit trying to help but got caught in the crossfire.
Most of the sus spiders I’ve seen outside with orange markings happened to be long jawed orb somethings (if memory serves). No recluses either though I’ve known people bitten by those. I think I would rather deal with the widow bite.
I assume the disturbing show with the robotic terminator dog led to my dream(s). Now you want to go and induce widow fear in me. Thanks, I’ll wake up stressed again.
I probably don’t want to know how many widow or recluse spiders are within 100 feet of me or I would hire fumigators with tents. Termites are probably more worrisome from a home integrity perspective.
My garage, which I’ve said for the past five years needs to be cleaned out, is a spider playground. Whenever I go looking for something, I see eight legged creatures scurry for safety. Black widows aplenty. Webs and cobwebs in all the corners. Since I’m not an arachnophile I can’t say what all is living in the shadows. Every year pest control guys come to my door offering me a good deal on pesticide applications. One of their sales pitches is that they’ll get rid of spiders, inside and outside. I always decline. I prefer the spiders to an environment that’s been sterilized by clouds of toxic fumes. I doubt they’d do me any good, either.