BadJackalope
Arachnopeon
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Hi everybody! I was just curious if anybody had any good stories about how they cured their arachnophobia? I like to think of mine as pretty amusing. I have never been turkey arachnophobia but like the majority of the human population I did find spiders to be creepy and generally tried to avoid them when I could. The story I am about to share resulted in my spider obsession though many for many people I would imagine it could go the opposite way.
I am an avid river runner. I grew up on rafts and have been doing long multi day river trips most of my life. A few years ago I was on a main salmon river trip in Idaho. I am not someone who traditionally likes to sleep in a tent as to me it just means having to take it down in the morning and I would much prefer to just sleep under the stars. About halfway through the trip it looked like rain and I very reluctantly decided to put up my tent. A very old eureka that I have had since I was a teenager. Both doors zippers were blown out and it’s only real use was it’s rain fly.
Upon waking up in the morning the very first thing I see when opening my eyes is a wolf spider about the size of a silver dollar sitting right in front of my face! This woke me up very fast but I remained calm and slowly got out of my sleeping bag and tent to go find a paper towel to try and safely remove the spider from my tent with out harming it. (My spider relocation technique before getting into the hobby and learning about catch cups)
I return to my tent and quickly locate the spider and carefully try to move it with the paper towel. The second I touch the spider tho about a million baby spiders scatter in all directions looking like a very unsettling cloud. Again remember I am inside a tent at this time. They are everywhere! All over me all over the inside of the tent!
At this point I don’t panic and except my fate of being in a spider cloud and stay focused on my task of safely scooping up mom and getting her out of the tent. I succeed in this endeavor and then immediately make a mad dash for the river and dive in. It’s the only way I could really think of to get the babies off me (and now looking back I do feel slightly bad about this) I then return to the tent and look inside to see the walls inside the tent still moving. Eventually we had to continue our journey and I packed the tent up and haven’t opened it since. This seemed like the perfect opportunity for me to buy a new one!
ever since this incident I have been obsessed with spiders and then found out about the tarantula hobby by watching some high profile tarantula youtubers and my tarantula journey began.
Anybody else have a good story?
I am an avid river runner. I grew up on rafts and have been doing long multi day river trips most of my life. A few years ago I was on a main salmon river trip in Idaho. I am not someone who traditionally likes to sleep in a tent as to me it just means having to take it down in the morning and I would much prefer to just sleep under the stars. About halfway through the trip it looked like rain and I very reluctantly decided to put up my tent. A very old eureka that I have had since I was a teenager. Both doors zippers were blown out and it’s only real use was it’s rain fly.
Upon waking up in the morning the very first thing I see when opening my eyes is a wolf spider about the size of a silver dollar sitting right in front of my face! This woke me up very fast but I remained calm and slowly got out of my sleeping bag and tent to go find a paper towel to try and safely remove the spider from my tent with out harming it. (My spider relocation technique before getting into the hobby and learning about catch cups)
I return to my tent and quickly locate the spider and carefully try to move it with the paper towel. The second I touch the spider tho about a million baby spiders scatter in all directions looking like a very unsettling cloud. Again remember I am inside a tent at this time. They are everywhere! All over me all over the inside of the tent!
At this point I don’t panic and except my fate of being in a spider cloud and stay focused on my task of safely scooping up mom and getting her out of the tent. I succeed in this endeavor and then immediately make a mad dash for the river and dive in. It’s the only way I could really think of to get the babies off me (and now looking back I do feel slightly bad about this) I then return to the tent and look inside to see the walls inside the tent still moving. Eventually we had to continue our journey and I packed the tent up and haven’t opened it since. This seemed like the perfect opportunity for me to buy a new one!
ever since this incident I have been obsessed with spiders and then found out about the tarantula hobby by watching some high profile tarantula youtubers and my tarantula journey began.
Anybody else have a good story?