I love and fear the spider. I have survived a spider bite only because
its venom wasn't deadly. I was sitting in an older office building,
and I saw a big spider cross the floor of my office. I didn't smash it
because it had found a hiding place in a crack between the carpet and
the wall. About a half hour later, I felt a pinch on my left calf. I
felt a bit feverish in an hour and by the time I arrived home for the
day, I felt woozy. I felt woozy, and I laid down to take a nap. I
still felt woozy when I, luckily, awoke from that nap and I walked to
the Seven Eleven for a Big Gulp. The next day, I woke up feeling okay.
I am rather glad Michigan has many spiders, but only the brown recluse
and the black widow can rot flesh or kill a human. I didn't report the
spider bite to the company, and in a few day, the company hired me
directly as a salaried employee. Reporting the spider bite, I believe,
might have screwed that timing up.
webs aggressively. Up to two years ago, the steps up the my second
floor flat had spiders setting up enormous webs between the railings.
I am guessing the new management has applied more pesticide. I never
touched the railing, so in a way, I rather miss them. I believe the
railings spiders belonged to the wolf and garden spider varieties. A
few spiders made their home in my side mirror casings, and most had
the common sense to retract into the casing before my car got rolling.
I didn't feel rushed to apply a pesticide. When the frost came in late
October, the spiders stopped spinning webs to replace the webs that
blew away at high speed. A few spiders blew out of the web when I hit
high speed, caught out on the web at a traffic stop. Spiders in small towns and villages and remote spots on islands get
out of control. I remember one night I was walking through downtown
Sebewaing, just a town of two thousand souls on the tip of Michigan's
thumb. Every tree raised in sidewalk planters had a town of spiders
infesting the leafy boughs. I made the mistake of walking under the
limbs of one, and I had to swat and brush off a squad of spiders
rappelling down on their silk threads. Just to watch the spectacle
repeated, I walked close to a few of those ornamental trees, and
watched another squadron deploy. I started to walk in the street, away
from the planters.