My Greenhouse Friend

Meet my friend that shares my greenhouse with me
They fascinate but petrify me

 

John I got cold shiver’s seeing you holding the spider, I think their so fascinating to watch, but when they run, I’m gone
Lovely looking spider though John, can’t say I’ve ever come across that one

 

They are coming to an end now, but they seem to always appear as the autumn approaches.
Not sure if they mostly die.

I don't like those big black ones that run across the floor when you don't expect it.

 

@pete them big black ones are getting bigger too, their like tail less mice with eight legs here in Wales

 

@JWK had a read earlier about the Orb spider, they can but are reluctant to bite, their bite is equivalent to a bee sting. It can cause dizziness and sickness, be careful when handling them John

 

The large female in @JWK 's pics will die soon after she has secured her egg sack somewhere. The young (spiderlings) will hatch out in the Spring but won't get noticed until about August as they are so small.

 

Do yourself a favour @Lem and look at my 'LOVERLY' Wasp and Raft spider pics over in the Wildlife thread, you'll love them!!!!!

 

@strongylodon They are some stunning mean looking spiders, and you’ve done brilliantly to photograph them, fascinating, you know I’m not going to sleep tonight now

 

I used to keep Red Legged Tarantulas and various spiders many decades ago along with Pythons and Geckos and Treefrogs, that was before I got married!!!!
As @shiney won't show you one here is a 'cute cuddly' Tarantula, I almost bought it! (Caesars Palace Las Vegas).

 

I had a feeling something like that went on with these kinds of spider, very short lived but certainly make their presence felt on autumn mornings.

 

Brilliant fairplay @strongylodon , now snakes I don’t mind, but spiders and rats make me scream like a girl
Behind my house there’s a common with a brook running between common and my garden, so it’s not unusual for me to shoot a rat now and again, used to bait them, until one dark night , out the garden in my slippers and a rat run across my foot, scream wasn’t the word