October 13, 2013

tarantulas on strike

Thomas F. Riley Park; Coto de Caza

Last weekend, my friend and I went to Orange County to find tarantulas.  In September and October, hundreds of male tarantulas leave the safety of their underground burrows and try to find a mate.  

This might sound strange, but I have a childhood memory of sitting in the middle of a vacant desert road, smiling while tarantulas crawled all over me.  Parental abuse aside (just kidding, guys), I thought it would be cool to recreate that picture as an adult.  Or at the very least, to hold a tarantula.  Just one.  You know, seeing one cross the path wouldn't be that bad, either - is that too much to ask?

We were out there for two hours, and we didn't see so much as a spiderweb.  We did, however, see a herd of deer peacefully grazing.  As the sun set over the golden hills and a breeze gently swayed the grass, I pictured a black wave spreading towards the deer, on hundreds of hairy black legs.  When the deer finally raised their eyes and realized what was happening, it would be too late; they would be surrounded by thousands of bloodthirsty tarantulas.  You see, the books got it wrong - October isn't tarantula mating season, it's just when they leave the ground and eat a bunch of deer.  

Cactus hull

1 comment:

  1. You're a talented writer! Love reading your descriptive posts. Two of my older brothers kept tarantulas. We had 4 at one point. I liked feeding them crickets and waking up to find their molted skins. We used to let them wonder around the room while we did homework or putzed around on the computer.