So I'm moseyin' home from the studio late at night. I hear a rustling. Javelinas? I whip out my flashlight, 'cause I always like catching a glimpse of the lil' piggies. But what I see is a tarantula big enough to make noise as she dislodges small pebbles. Cool!
So I take out my camera, and drop a coin (a nickel or a dime) next to her, for size comparison. I take a couple shots, then look around for my coin. Hey! Where's it go? I finally figure out the spider has been squatting over it, completely hiding it. Hee! I got my money back when the tarantula skittered away. Not a big deal, but an amusing little encounter.
So I take out my camera, and drop a coin (a nickel or a dime) next to her, for size comparison. I take a couple shots, then look around for my coin. Hey! Where's it go? I finally figure out the spider has been squatting over it, completely hiding it. Hee! I got my money back when the tarantula skittered away. Not a big deal, but an amusing little encounter.
Category All / All
Species Arachnid
Size 864 x 411px
File Size 53.7 kB
So that's where the trope http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.p.....in/MoneySpider is coming from...
I'm not a big fan of the Arachnids (I've been bitten too often), but my oldest brother and baby sister are terrified of them. This one is a pretty little -- well, not too little -- thing.
My Dad was a Chemical Engineer, but sometimes things got a little slow in the office. One day, he found an Eastern Wolf Spider in the Lab Recording room. He tried to hustle her out of hiding with a pencil point, but she valiantly parried his probing. He was impressed with the strength of her blows, and after fencing with her a few minutes, he trapped her under a small cardboard box and took her outside. I must have been all of eight when he told his tale of derring do at dinner; so I've admired the hairy monsters ever since.
My Dad was a Chemical Engineer, but sometimes things got a little slow in the office. One day, he found an Eastern Wolf Spider in the Lab Recording room. He tried to hustle her out of hiding with a pencil point, but she valiantly parried his probing. He was impressed with the strength of her blows, and after fencing with her a few minutes, he trapped her under a small cardboard box and took her outside. I must have been all of eight when he told his tale of derring do at dinner; so I've admired the hairy monsters ever since.
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