whats your bad experience with a spider?

[TheBlackPanther]

I'm probably going to regret asking this but what is the worst thing thats happened to you when it comes to spiders?
I had one run across my face in the middle of the night YUK!
And my dad stepped on a big big! spider during the night without realizing! and next morning he found its dead body on the bottom of his foot! And my poor mum felt sick when she realized that had been in the bed all night.

I for one am waiting for my first encounter with a house spider this spring/summer and it could be any day now coz they have already started next door!

sorry i'm rambling i just hate them so much!

What I took to be my most horrible spider story doesn't really compare to lots of these. Warm radiator, hundreds of babies, big, fat evil Mummy spider... You get the idea!

My Mum however, has a horrible frog story (since we've expanded to slug stories) that unsettles me deeply. She'd let her dog out into the garden to have a wee before everybody went up to bed, and after calling him back into the house, she tried to close the door. However, the door wouldn't close over properly so she tugged it harder and was met with something making a horrendous shrieking noise. She looked down at the hinges of the door, and saw that a frog had clearly tried to jump through the (really quite big) gap just as she'd started to close it and make it smaller.

She immediately pushed the door back open, only to have the have squished, guts-hanging-out frog jump directly onto her bare foot, still making it's awful death shriek. Before actually passing out with terror, she managed to call for my Dad who ran down and was met with his passed out wife lying on the floor, with a slowly dying frog jumping around all over her, leaking its innards everywhere.

He killed it very quickly. She honestly still can't talk about it or the cleaning up process afterwards, and it was nearly twenty years ago! Mostly, she feels guilty that she ''didn't check the hinges'' before closing the door and blames herself!

Every spider I have ever encountered is a horror story in itself. Hate them.

Worst was at a very posh do at DH's boss's house. Had to use the loo at the end of the evening and just as I was finished, noticed a huge spider above the door. Spent about five mins psyching myself up to leave. Kind of standing there, slapping myself saying 'come on! Come oooon! Fuck! GgrrrRRRR come ooooooooon!' until I was in a beserker rage, at which point I threw open the door and ran like a demented giraffe into the hallway, with an expression of red-faced terror and aggression, making this kind of half-scream, half-growl noise.

DH, his boss, his bosses boss and a few colleagues were all standing in the hall getting various coats, frozen in a pose slack-jawed bemusement while I stood before them huffing and puffing. I eventually managed to blurt out 'Spider! There's a spider' whilst gesticulating wildly in the general direction of the loo.

Worst spider story I ever heard was from an Aussie friend. Her friend was a biker. She put on her helmet, strapped it up and lowered the plastic visor thing. Legs splayed accross the visor on the inside was a huge huntsman spider. Right. By. Her. Face.

Lived in an old cottage where the loo was downstairs. Left boyfriend in bed to go down to loo. Sitting on loo and enormous spider came out of the wall and stopped in middle of floor. I couldn't get past it.

Got onto loo, leaned onto wall and opened door. Plan was to jump over spider out of the door. Forgot about the concrete door lintel. Jumped and slammed into lintel, knocking myself backwards and then became jammed between loo and wall.

Spider ran over my stomach and up wall again and back into hole. I crawled out of door, across kitchen and tried to get up the stairs. Boyfriend came out of bedroom to see me covered in blood, half unconscious and he said: "FFS, you only went for a wee!!!". I was off work for 2 days with a split forehead and concussion. Moved out of cottage!!!!

Lol! i was itching all night after reading these posts

not me but my OH's son, was about 11 or 12 at the time I think. they were all sat on sofa watching tv - cant remember what i was doing - something standing up and i saw something black and moving out the corner of my eye. a huge huge (really not exagerrating - sp?) spider had crawled up the back of the sofa and was crawling over his shoulder down his chest. he practically hit the ceiling, never seen him move so fast! i've never seen one like it before or ever since, so big it wouldn't fit in the pint glass we tried to trap it in - had to take pictures and everything so people would believe the size of the bastard. convinced it was a foreign one that had come over in fruit or something. actually feeling creeped out just typing this.

I had one on my face when I woke up the other day. Luckily I didn't know it was a spider until I had brushed it off onto the carpet. It was lot bigger than a money spider too.

Thank God it wasn't as big as the one we distrubed in the garden the other day which was roughly half the size of a tarantula. I didn't know you could get spiders that big in the UK!

Oh yes, I have had a spider in my shower cap before- fortunately I did check it for spiders before putting it it on my head.

I don't mind spiders too much really - feel worse about 'hard' bodied things like roaches, millipedes, beetles in general. Things that go over on their backs with lots of wiggly legs . There was a beetle in the washing basket the other day and that made me shout then feel itchy all day.

Already enountered the first of the spring. They're big this year already. That normally means I'll need a elven sword and the light of elendile to defeat one by the end of the summer.

The battle of the bookcase

DP and I were headed upstairs, when one of us spotted one of the monsters. That year they were big. This one crawling behind the bookcase was a good 2.5 inches. I attacked with a shoe. I missed. I fell backwards and slid down the stairs when it tried to strike back. By war cry scared it, and the beast retreated to the bookcase. As the shoe was insufficent, I tried a sweeping brush. Amidst screams of "Die!" and "I'll get you!" and "There he is!" and even "Aaaahhh! It touched me!" we battled at the the top of the stairs until the thing retreated behind the bookcase.

I slowly removed every book until I was certain it wasn't in them, then chucked the bookcase! I swung my sweeping brush, but alas my aim was untrue. The beast ran underneath a book and hid amongst the jumbled paperbacks. So I hunted for an hour through the messy pile. Sometimes I drew my sweaping brush and tried to beat it. Eventually, it managed to escape me through a crack in the wall.

Several hours later, we were in the bedroom when DS pointed at the wall and said, "it's a spider!" DP, who happened to be right by it, dived past and nearly knocked me off. This time, I tried a more stealthy approach. I picked up the biggest, heaviest hardback I could find, and slammed it onto the wall on top of the spider. Knowing that this particular one had survived such attacks before, I repeatedley puched the book and gave one or two more warcries, until I was certain the beast was defeated.

I had one of those big huge hairy ones fall out of my bra last year

Hmm hardly slept a wink last night. Had the jitters after readin this and seeing those pics -thanks all!

I'd just gotten out of the shower and was sat with just a towel around me. I was watching that Barbara Hershey classic The Entity when at a key moment in the film (think loud, jump out of your pubes, scary, screechy music moment) a huge spider ran across my naked thigh. It was so well/badly timed (depends how you look at it) I thought I had been set up. I was livid and told that spider to make his peace with God. It ran up the wall and onto the tv unit. In its bid to escape my rolled up copy of Puzzler Mania it jumped off the unit and disappeared behind the fire surround. I sat there poised for 2 hours until the little/massive piece of shit re-appeared again and I bashed its brains in. (I left its remains for my mum to deal with which I presume she did... can't remember if I told her or not? Hmmm.

I used to own a top floor flat and in the summer with the windows open the bastards would drop from the guttering into my bedroom. I remember lying in bed reading a book and felt something move down my arm (it was hot and I was starkers). Looked down and it was a massive spider! I ended up screaming my head off whilst scrambling down to the end of the bed but the bloody thing followed me! Can remember vividly managing to get to the hallway and standing there stark naked sweating! My boyfriend at the time was on the phone to his friend and his friend was concerned as he thought I was being attacked. Made boyfriend (who was also terrified of them) search the entire bedroom before I would go back in. I got quite used to them coming in though and would always have books handy so that I could throw it at them.

Worst story though is my hubby. Before we got together he lived in Australia with his then girlfriend for a year. They got into the car and started driving. They put on the blower and bits of tarantula legs flew out of it!! Apparently they stopped the car pretty sharpish and got out! And he wants me to emigrate Down Under??? I don't think so!!

We once heard one of our cats "crying" (a sad wailing mew), and realised it was because he was trying to eat a spider alive and didn't like that its legs were wiggling inside his mouth. Two of the legs were actually wiggling visibly out of his lips.

We rescued the spider.

A few years back, had to leave my A Level class day before an exam to investigate unholy ruckus in next door classroom where well-meaning but not completely competent (male) NQT was teaching Year 9. A spider had dropped from the ceiling onto a buxom young lass, who had stripped off EVERYTHING above the waist and was running around the room screaming...

Also, at a village hall "do", DD1 showed a wonderful hairy spider she had caught to a neighbour, a much decorated senior military type: turned out that if the enemy had used spiders, he would not have been so brave...

I got bitten by a Katipo spider when I was 12. I had to go to hospital for anti venom and despite being in considerable pain, the worst bit was actualy telling the docs that I was playing on the sand dunes with my bros needed a wee and so.............. i was very having to drop my undies in front of the doc. My bros have never let me live that one down!!

Getting into bed aged 13 catch glimps of somthing out of corner off eye as peeling back mozzie net, look up................................. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!! MOOOHASIVE Avondale the size of a diner plate right in front of my face!! My big bro camr to the rescue, with a vacume. I will never forget the noise it made going up the pipe.Eww! I made bro empty the vacume bag into the bin and then put it in the outside bin I was terrified it would come back and eat me or somthing.
I didnt leep properly for weeks!!

10yrs later when visiting dad with dc 1and2 that made dd SCREAM in middle of night ran into their room to find an Avondale spread across ds mozzie net on his cot to say i shit my pats was an understatment, It was my old bedroom and i was convinced this spider was the same or a relation to the one my bro had vacumed up years earlyer......come to get its revenge by eating my babies!!!

"I had one run across my face in the middle of the night YUK!"

These words will stay with me forever.

i used to work somewhere where there were animal 'show and tells', which included a pretty tame tarantula.

during one of these show and tells, a man had this particular tara' on his sweatshirt. he went to take it off (despite being told to let the staff member do it) and was too rough. bare in mind spiders are quite delicate...

one of it's legs came off.

as you can imagine, this = a very, very pissed off spider in the man's hand. it bit him. and i don't mean it gave him a nasty nip. it lifts it's front up so it can whack it's jaws in with full force. similar to having two nails hammered into the back of your hand apparently.

couldn't go near it again after that, if it felt the vivarium door being slid open it used to run at the glass

Shudder at the thought of spiders the size of dinner plates! Where exactly do Avondale spiders reside?

I am sitting here wondering where all you people with these awful stories live as it surely isn't anywhere in the northern hemisphere! If it were then I would have to emigrate to the moon!!

Worst thing that ever happened to one friend of mine was she was frightened by a spider and spilled her curds and whey all over a tuffet. Could happen to anyone, right?

CJMommy Manchester is a hive web of 8 legged freaks... absolute beasts.

La la la Sorry, can't hear you JeremyKPP

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