The only spider I will spare and let crawl on me is the little wolf spider. I just love those little guys.
But not their much, much larger cousins pictured above. These are a truly frightening spider. The first time I saw one of these bad boys was inside my house as it ran in through the open sliding door extremely quickly.
I stomped the damn sh!t out of it, crushing its thorax, then I examined it trying to determine what kind of hellish beast it was. I noticed the staggering size of its fangs, and then its legs twitched and I screamed like a little girl.
Apparently these beasts have a bit of a nasty bite wound as well, but not fatal. This wolf spider is about as big as a tarantula too. The stuff of nightmares.
A couple times this summer, we had wolf spiders about an inch across come in the kitchen. Those guys are fast.
But tarantula don’t bite.. we let them crawl all over us as kids.
I recall the time paint the eaves on our shack of a cabin. Reaching underneath and not really looking, knocked a big spider off with the paint brush.
I saw it on the ground with the white paint on it. Was wondering whether to get down off the ladder to kill it - but figured it was fine. Then thought maybe the paint would end up killing it slowly - so should put it out of it’s misery. But still too lazy to get down off the ladder. But thinking “now it will probably haunt me.”
The next morning putting on my boots I tipped one over and gave it a couple of shakes. Out pops that spider with the white paint! Up the 5 feet of open steps, into the cabin, and into MY pair of boots.
Spooky! (I did finish it off then.)
I let the spiders hang out in my basement and office to eat the various bugs. The kids don’t care for them upstairs in their rooms though!