Life and death in my letterbox

life and death in my letterbox

Continuing the saga of the spider in my mailbox… today I went out to check the mail. OK, I also went out there because I wanted to check on the spider. I’m fascinated and repulsed at the same time. She’ll have to go, but I’m getting quite attached to her.

Oh boy, today she’s caught herself a bite to eat. Another “little” spider. One about four times her size. I can’t tell what kind of spider the dead one is, it vaguely looks like some kind of black house spider. Thick legs.

The postie has been and there’s letters in there now, but no way am I putting my hand in there to get them out.

They look like bills anyway. Maybe if I get some tongs or something…

If you would like to be super-creeped-out, check out the super-large version on Flickr.

~ by goatlady on January 25, 2007.

5 Responses to “Life and death in my letterbox”

  1. wow this is become a great story, we are on the edge of our seats wanting the next segement..

    My gut feel is that if she has had a feed, your hand is safe, the letters will be at the base anyway or send Dave πŸ˜›

  2. You’re doing it on purpose! I hate them creepy things! 😦

  3. Is it eating it, or has it opened a hotel?

    Just kill the spider already (sending Dave works as well).

  4. redbacks are a type where the female eats the male arent they? ‘hey honey, come here a sec’ then BAM

    by the way, dom, hahahahahaha πŸ™‚

  5. Ashul: I am going to send Dave, for sure.

    Dom: I have a special spider shot that I’m saving for another time – especially for you πŸ™‚

    Matt: I can’t kill her, I’ve grown attached. Dave says he’ll take her over the road to the park.

    Al: Yep, they sure do. I think there’s something we can all take away from that…

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