Important advice

[derekh]

Back in the days when I used to scuba dive, it was not uncommon to find huntsmans residing in my wetsuit sleeves. Once while teaching in the local pool, my student pointed to my snorkel and gave the danger signal. I surfaced to discover a huntsman on the snorkel mouthpiece. It had taken up residence inside the snorkel.

After these incidents, I always washed my gear before I put it on !!

[wheelinround]

Fellow I worked with put on his overalls & boots in the locker room he'd been running late overslept stood up and pulled the overalls up felt something in his boot kicked it off and found a mouse then screamed like a big girl he'd been bitten on the inner thigh by a huntsman inside his overalls 3 days in hospital.


Bee's & Christmas beatles on motorbikes are not funny Christmas beatles at high speed have blinded some and they sting like blazes

Phobia's we all have them
Some have it real bad its called fear of work
Spider phobia can be so bad it has caused heart attacks

[underfoot]

Here's Fluffy,

waiting for just the right moment.

[Incoming!]

Abut ten years ago, I decided to take the company's 4WD over to Moreton Island for the weekend. Also dragged along the daughter and a couple of her young friends to give them a weekend of outdoors camping experience.

I was reversing out of a dead end area when a monstrous stinking huntsman jumped out of the air vent and onto my hand.

Now you know and I know, that when one is half turned around in the driver's seat with an arm looped over the back of the seat, peering out of the window and trying a tricky reversing manoeuvre involving trees, that you don't need any distractions.

Naturally, upon the unwelcome discovery that a spider has jumped on to one's arm, one's body goes into an instant and massive muscular contraction that includes not only significant arm waving, but also an increase in pressure of the right foot on the accelerator. In reverse gear. With trees around.

You have no idea how long it took me to fill out the insurance claim. The impact drove the rear mounted spare tyre into the back door and skewed it sideways. To add insult to injury the kids thought it was a marvellous adventure and didn't understand why I was shouting at them to shut up each time they embellished the story. They gave the spider a name (Spam, from memory), a university education, a psychological profile and family history. Whenever we get together, the damn story always comes up.

To make matters worse, I took the same 4WD to Moreton Island a year later and while reversing I told my passenger the story. We had a good giggle and in the process, yep, you guessed it ... found another tree. Haven't been camping since.

[tea lady]

Normal people tell cat stories, you know.

[Incoming!]

Normal people tell cat stories, you know.

Normal? I ran across a thread in the archives, a couple of months ago, that dealt at some length with the use of cats as toilet brushes.

[underfoot]

Normal people tell cat stories, you know.

Neighbors cats,
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make good hats

[RufflyRustic]

I will never forget the night I woke up to a whitetail spider crwling on my armpit!!! shudddder!!!!!!!

[tea lady]

Harry the Hairy huntsman was behind his picture again yesterday but I don't know where he is this morning. :creaped out smiley:

[Toyboy]

The huntsman is your friend.
They eat cockies and like to live under bark or in your ceiling. They are often found in homes near bushland or newer homes.
I love 'em. They can give a painful, although not dangerous bite if cornered, but that is rare as they are very timid. Watch out though if the female has a clutch of babies. She is very protective, so just let them go about their business and they'll keep your house clean of cockies and mozzies.....generally.

[Toyboy]

I worked with a bloke who had the strangest experiences with animals. I'd love to write a story on his adventures, but I doubt anyone would believe it.
For example, he came into work one morning with scratches up his arms, chest, stomach,neck and face. Naturally, I asked him what he had done this time.
He decided to wash his cat, but the cat obviously had other ideas about cleanliness. So after filling the laundry tub, he tried to dunk the cat who put up a brave fight and won....this round anyway. My mate, not one to give up easily eventually recaptured the cat within the locked laundry and shoved the cat inside his jacket. Apparently that is not a good thing to do with an angry cat.
While the cat was busily shredding his torso, he filled the washing machine complete with wool-wash and then proceeded to wrestle the cat into the machine. He was smart enough to not start the machine. Gotta give him that much.
He managed to get the cat into the machine and slammed the lid. Now I didn't know this before, but apparently cats make excellent agitators when place inside a washing machine.
After a few minutes of self agitation, he lifted the lid and out came the cat at lightening speed and clawed him yet again as it tried to make good its escape from this hell.
Believe it or not, he told me that he then had to dry the stupid thing. This naturally, brought him more grief.
The cat finally escaped when one of his kids opened the laundry door. Not only had the cat been traumatised, but his son also, when he was confronted with his father covered in blood with his shirt ripped and torn, and water, suds and blood all over the walls.
As soon as I can get this image out of my head, I will relate other animal atrocities that he has performed on his pets which all ended in grief for him.
Yep, this is 100% true. In fact after proof reading my post I realised that this was only half the story, but I'm sure you get the gist of it anyway.
Fact really is stranger than fiction.

[Waldo]

The huntsman is your friend.
They eat cockies and like to live under bark or in your ceiling. They are often found in homes near bushland or newer homes.
I love 'em. They can give a painful, although not dangerous bite if cornered, but that is rare as they are very timid. Watch out though if the female has a clutch of babies. She is very protective, so just let them go about their business and they'll keep your house clean of cockies and mozzies.....generally.

[kekemo]

Son was more than a little inebriated….a huntsmen…came crawling out on the drinks-counter at Adult Pool -Party in Perth ..….scared the female staff….son (who was waiting for drinks) grabbed the spider…obviously showing off….
"What’s up this little thing won’t hurt you…." (then bit him)… "What the #$@^*".....
He then threw it into the left hand….Yes.. it bit his other hand…(son explains he didn’t know what to do with it then….wasn’t happy with the first bite ….. certainly not going to let it get away with the second bite…) he threw it into his mouth…and ate it…..!!!!
LOL…now he wasn’t scared of spiders before…..but now he either hates or eats them….doesn’t seem to have slowed down his drinking or partying…. pity…
Yes….was seen by many of his friends….he now wonders why his nick name is “spiderman”….lol

..Just one of those times.... that you love your kids.. but you don't have to like them always.....!!!!!
Kekemo

[echnidna]

wot did it taste like?

[kekemo]

....yes ...I still shudder....his comment at the time was..."mmm tastes like grasshoppers"...

Apparently the bar staff girl...just about threw-up...but they offered him free drinks....he said ...He was already to full(he used another word) to appreciate such an offer...but said he will enquire if it's still valid next party!

Kekemo