Khukuries and Snakes.

Friend of mine likes to catch water mocs(barehanded)!A MARINE friend wanted to hold one!!Soooo, off they went,caught a really bigg one!hee! Marine is smiling ,holding it,smile changes,question is asked,now that I got him,how do I get rid of it??Was told to just throw him away! Forgot to mention this was one BIG Marine!! He threw that sucker in orbit!! Never saw anything like it!!
jim(Saint):)
 
Anybody watch the film arachnophobia? Might even be theraputic for the spider haters like us. Or finally drive us over the edge...
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This darned movie was the initial cause of my severe arachnaphobia. Killer spiders, ugghh:barf:

I HATE SPIDERS... but I can live with them in blessed ignorance... UNTIL I know they are there!
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Im with you. If I dont see em they aint there. But if I see one, theyre everywhere. No rest till their all dead and accounted for. :mad: I suppose I just need to get on some meds:rolleyes: :eek:
 
You guys crack me up...:rolleyes:

I absolutely love spiders, bugs, snakes, etc. Would never kill 'em if I didn't have to. The rattler I killed as a teen ended up as my dinner and that sums up how I feel about it.

I can tolerate most any spider and even the horse tarantulas that called my bedside "home". They move so gracefully and are fascinating creatures. Not sure how this all fits in line with my "pour a bottle of alcohol and light 'em on fire" story awhile back...:D

But anyway, the only time I ever get unsettled is when a calmly walking 8"-10" tarantula suddenly raises up and starts haulin a$$ across the wall/floor/whatever. That'd raise the neckhairs on Dirty Harry. I once trapped one in a conference room full of chairs at night after the electricity had gone out...(the start of a nice spider story). I had a flashlight and this time, a 28" machette. I could tell he was in the corner because (and I am not making any of this up) he kept tripping on the folding chairs as he was haulin across the floor. ...blech... just retelling this story is making me sick to my stomach... Anyway, my flashlight started losing its juice so I moved in closer knowing I would only have a little more time until it would be pitch black. I couldn't see where he was so I bent over to look beneath the chair seats and up toward the corner. Precisely as my flashlight went dead the lil critter jumped out and start running straight at me. I think I knocked over every chair in that place trying to get to the door. It was straight out of arachnophobia - the varmit was out to get me. When I went back the next morning the place was a disaster area (I was the keeper at the time) and there was no sign of my furry-legged friend. I had a good laugh about it later.
 
I recently spent six months in Australia. Nice place but it does have a few cooties.

Went into an outhouse in the desert once to do my business and counted NINE redback spiders (Aussie black widow equivalent). Made me a little nervous, but they were staying in their corners. Then I un-pantsed and sat down next to a big grey furry spider the size of my hand. That rattled me. Got up, re-pantsed and got my aussie friend. She slapped me on the shoulder and said, "Aww it's just a Huntsman, ya woose!" She poked it with a stick and it moved like lightening! I did go back in and do my business.

Pics of Both:
Huntsman:
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Redback:
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The next summer I was living in a little apartment. One night I closed the screen door and there was a smaller big grey furry huntsman on the inside of it. Smirking a little, I took a few pictures. Can't find them right now but I will post when I do.

My only snake experience there was with a common brown snake. These are the third deadliest snakes in Oz, and get aggressive. He was crossing the path about 20 feet ahead of me and didn't seem to care much.

Somebody got bit on the big toe by an ant an inch-long. That was funny. He was hurting for hours.

I guess I am OK with spiders and snakes, though they do make me nervous. The bugs that I find really revolting and gross and scary are those big ugly nasty cockroaches. I was talking to someone and a 2-inch long bug skittered across the hall behind her. Just plain creepy...
 
That song, "I don't like spiders and snakes." has been going through my brain all day long now!!!:mad::rolleyes:

Who did that song anyhow?? Does anyone know?
 
Originally posted by philthygeezer
Somebody got bit on the big toe by an ant an inch-long. That was funny. He was hurting for hours.
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So it's ant stories ya want now, eh?
:D:D:D

One day in Guatemala while walking along the road to El Estor I noticed a long embankment with a nice clearing on in the middle of it - looked like a decent place to take a break.

As I climbing up to the top I remember thinking "How odd! There are no weeds growing here...just these 2 trees." Once on top noticed 3 enormous holes that you could easily roll a basketball into. The first one went straight down, while the other two formed an upside-down "Y" emptying into a small pit.

I sat there imagining to myself..."What kind of crazy animal digs tunnels this large? And so close together?" Being now used to the idea of running into strange creatures on a regular basis, I envisioned oversized gophers, or maybe large snakes, or perhaps some brightly colored unknown rodent... I leaned over to look inside - expecting the worse to happen - but could see nothing.

After about 10 minutes of resting I decided to continue on my path to El Estor. As I descended the hill, I felt a sharp sting on my lower calf. Having rustled past some noxious weeds, I figured it was a branch or a thistle. "Ouch" - another thorn. "OUCH! - Ok... I'm getting stung in the same place now...let's have a look to see how bad it is."

I pulled up my pants leg to reveal to my horror about a hundred one-inch long hot red fire ants crawling all over me. By this time I was getting "pinched" (not stung) 3-4 times a second and they were running up and down both of my legs. I did the craziest fire-dance you've ever seen and had my arm up my pant leg farther than I care to talk about in public.

It took about 15 minutes of smashing, squashing, pinching and crushing to get rid of the little buggers - it was like they were made of steel.

Fortunately I had no allergic reaction and walked away with nothing more than a few dozen red bumps.

It was then that I remembered the holes in the hill...I remember thinking that the sand seemed awfully soft. And how strange it was that there were no weeds growing there...

I looked back over my shoulder only to realize that that was no ordinary hill, it was a giant ant hill. About 9 feet tall at the middle and perhaps 15 feet in diameter. The foliage around it had covered the bottom making me think it was merely an outcropping on the side of the road. And those holes...they were inhabited by these crazy ants averaging an inch long with pincers so big you could see them from 2-3 feet away.

About 3-4 months later, I saw one of those ants again. I pulled out a pencil and he climbed on it. You see, I never had a chance to look at these creatures up close - I was too busy a line-dance version of the superbowl shuffle. I held the pencil up to my eyes so I could see every detail, every movement up close and personal. He started moving toward the tip of the pencil and in an effort to keep him on it, I pointed it straight up. He crawled to the tip and stopped, eye-balling the lead. He started sizing it up with his pincers and then SNAP! - he broke the lead right off! I couldn't believe it. I suddenly remembered every bite I had sustained and just how bad they really did hurt.

I let the lil fella go...
 
Let a common red ant crawl over your arm; nothing. No bite, unless you're attacking the nest. Do the same with a fire ant and regardless where he finds you he bites.

Small children and rattlesnakes do not mix. I couldn't kill all the snakes in the dens at the Farm and we were leaving anyway.

It is not true a rattlesnake always warns before striking.

munk
 
yeah, but at least the thread can't bite you! Only at night, in your dreams...eh eh heh.. will these images come back to haunt you.


munk
 
I posted in the other 'creepy critters' thread that I owned a tarantula to rid myself of my phobia. I didn't go into why I had a phobia of spiders to begin with.

My grandfather was a pharmacist with his own little pharmacy shop. After running his business for 20 years or so he was put out of business by larger companies like 'Harco' and such.
A lot of his stockpile of things - old timey cashregisters, mortar and pestles, weird jars, all sorts of things were put into this large tin shed by my grandparents place. There were no windows, and only a large wooden double door as entrance.
Now this stuff sat for years, and the place got overgrown by spiders and cobwebs. I mean there were so many you really had to be careful not to touch anything or you would get cobwebs or a spider on you. The back of the double doors was especially bad, covered in silk and tons of fat, bulbous spiders that would stare at you. There was small section an adult could grab to push without touching the webs.
One day when I was about 4 years old, I noticed that the door to the shed was open. I went to see who was inside, and saw that no one was there. I was always a bit creeped by the sheer amount of spiders, but as long as I stayed in the middle of the room it wasn't too bad. I figured I would snoop around a bit unsupervised and did so for a few minutes.
Suddenly there was a loud BOOM and the room went pitch dark. The wind had shut the doors and the latch swung over itself on the outside. In panic, I ran blindly to the doors and started pushing against them - trying to get out. As I was doing this, I felt things crawling over my arms and something touched my face. I then remembered that the doors I was pushing against were covered in spiders. I fell back and thrashed around trying to get them off me, unable to see anything. I fell against some junk that was piled nearby, also covered with webs and arachnids. I felt them all over me, on me, my clothes my hair..I had spiderwebs in my mouth...:confused::eek::barf:

After several minutes of absolute horror and shrieking, I managed to feel around in the dark and get away from any of the objects and stand somewhat in the middle of the room. I stayed here for around half an hour in the dark before someone came back.

To put it lightly, I was not fond of spiders ever since then.
 
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