A giant, fuzzy wolf spider made a heroic attempt to enter our house.
When I squashed it with my husband’s nearby Croc, I realized she had a good reason to try to find a safe and dry place. Or rather, about 800 reasons.
The squash sent hundreds of baby wolf spiders running in every direction, including into my nightmares for the next week.
I learned that wolfies, as I will affectionately refer to them, carry their eggs and then their young until they are big enough to fend for themselves.
It makes me shiver to remember the mass exodus of spiderlings spreading out over the pavement, like an end of days flood, reaching everywhere at once.
My mom was visiting at the time and casually asked the next morning, “What was all the fuss about last night?”
If only you knew, I thought. I wanted to protect her from the mental image of the swarm.
“Just a little spider situation.”
Naturally, Daddy Longlegs put out about fifty sticky glue traps to catch any of the runners that made it over the threshold before I screamed and slammed the door.
And just as naturally, we caught some things over the following days.
I just never imagined the pests would be so big, as in 40lbs and three feet tall.
I heard Daddy Legs say, “Why would you put your fingers in there? Now you are both stuck.”
And I knew, we caught the boys.
“What happened?” I asked even though it was obvious with each boy attached to his own sticky glue trap.
“Well, Baby Brother put his fingers into a trap and then Little Legs put his fingers into a trap and now they are both stuck.”
Clearly, the traps work just as well at catching pests as curious, little boys who are up past their bedtime.