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by bevgray » Thu March 8th, 2012, 1:08 pm
I remember my sister describing a march of tarantulas when she lived in Arizona. Apparently, every now and then, the little dears just up and march out of the desert.
I never minded spiders until we lived on the North Shore of Oahu and went through nine months of cane spiders. Mind you, they're not poisonous or dangerous but they are very large and...well, let's just say, I now have a severe phobia to eight-legged critters. Insecticide didn't phase them so Mother used a broom to deal with them when they got into the house. She took to notching the broom handle at my elder brother's suggestion. By the time we moved to the leeward side of the Island, there were 69 notches on that broom.
I'm glad the folks in Wagga Wagga won't have to worry about mosquitos but I'm glad I don't have web drifts all over my yard.
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