Hunting Season

As long as I can remember, bugs have given me the creeps. Just like any kid, I know. But I’m a grown woman. Seeing a spider still makes me shriek and jump. I spot an insect on the ceiling from the corner of my eye and the world stops till I find a shoe and a chair.

Recently I’ve made peace with spiders. Something about my enemy’s enemy being my friend. But there is one species I cannot tolerate.

And they infest my house.

Wolf spiders are hunters. They don’t make polite webs in hidden corners. They run fast and grow big—four inches long is not uncommon. I’m pretty sure that the racing stripes running down their torsos give them super speed. They scurry around on long legs, but when I come into the room they freeze and glare at me. Wolf spiders are not afraid of anything. See for yourself. The picture makes my stomach turn (enlarge it if you dare).



Every spring I declare open season on Wolf spiders. Judging by incidents over the weekend, this year will be no different.

So look out, invaders: The hunter is now the hunted.