... if you are a non-predatory arthropod. for one thing, there are a lot of predatory arthropods around. we have hundreds, if not thousands, of what they call 'daddy longlegs' here (Pholcus phalangioides according to the Te Papa spider page).
we get the occasional white-tail (Lampona sp.), one of the only poisonous spiders in the whole country - came over from australia, of course. this one turned up in the kitchen sink this morning.
now we come to the other reason it's dangerous to be a non-predatory arthropod in my house... i confess, i don't just watch nature take its course in the local webs. since fly season is winding down and i like to keep my resident flycatchers happy and fit, i occasionally take matters into my own hands and send some goodies their way. i learned spider-feeding from my dad, who usually had a fat favorite somewhere in each house we lived in.
i tried to get a video of the window spider taking a fly i tossed into her web this afternoon (call me sadistic, but he did buzz so delightfully frantically), but she was too fast. the best i could do was snatch a shot of her beforehand.
but there was no shortage of flies, so i turned my attention to the kitchen spider. (you'll notice i've managed to keep from naming them so far - i know their lives are brief, and, like molly grue, i inevitably come to care for anyone i feed.)
this one is a little smaller - abdomen about the size of my little fingernail. and i imagine the pickings are a bit slimmer in this corner, which is why a free meal was immediately accepted.
here's a bit of predatory action.
i guess it would also be dangerous to live in my house if you were arachnophobic.
it's not my fault. i can explain everything. after my all-too-informal references to the hedgehog gods, a small but spiky army tricked the cat into letting them in, marched up the stairs, and bore me away into the night to do penance. on a small but mobile sea of pincushions, i was brought before Their Most Divine Pricklinesses. luckily the journey had taken us through dense underbrush, and i was able to surreptititiously pocket a large number of juicy, crunchy snails along the way, which mollified and distracted the assembly long enough for me to steal away unnoticed, in spite of zebra-striped pajamas.
actually, i was on the moon, with steve.
and from our lunar hideaway, although largely beyond the reach of the interweb, i was able to finally get this paper submitted and make some other thesis progress. i also managed a few earthside interludes, during which we hiked the tongariro crossing again, visited family and crazy dogs in nelson, and i did a marine mammal medic course that prepares me to assist at future whale strandings.
also, it's summer in new zealand, which looks like this:
... so i confess that mustering the motivation to spend time inside on a computer has been more difficult than usual, and that the aformentioned indoor time has been largely spent thesising in order to rationalize having earned a few more hours outside. (and, er, playing scrabulous. evil, evil scrabulous.) my new mountain bike from the pebbles has been an added distraction - so fast! so red and shiny! - but i tell myself that anything that moves me further away from the troglodyte end of the spectrum is probably a good thing.
but look, i came back just in time to notice that this site is one year old tomorrow. and as one of the inaugural posts was about our local household spiders, of which we once again have a considerable and diverse population, perhaps i will manage to get together some more spidery goodness to share. bet you can't wait.