A wolf in wolf’s clothing.
I was at home in Kallaroo, Western Australia, watching cricket on TV. I do a lot of that; at least according to Carol I do! Australia was losing so I was getting restless. I noticed this Wolf Spider over by the fireplace, eyeing me up. They are a fierce and feisty lot, the Wolf Spiders, and fearless hunters.
We share our house with several of these. They mostly allow us the run of the place, but occasionally they get a bit grumpy as this one did after suffering numerous ocular assaults from my flash unit from a range of, oh, all of two inches.
He was quite docile for a while; just sat there and let me take pic after pic. But then he started to get a bit angry and agressive. He charged me a couple of times and then started chasing me around the family room. Every time I changed direction he followed me. At one point he actually leapt in the air trying to get to me. No matter that he was about the size of an Aussie fifty cent piece, he was gonna get me no matter what.
After a while I was able to appeal to his better nature and eventually he calmed down. Well, let’s be honest, I ran away and he forgot about me (spiders have a notoriously short attention span). By the time I returned and caught him in a sandwich box and ejected him from the house (wife’s orders) we were back on friendly terms.
Of course he’s got plenty of mates around the house, so we’ll have to be on the lookout in case they start plotting The Arachnid’s Revenge.
Anyone for a horror movie?