Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Now contemplate the idea that the body of this spider, without the legs, would just barely fit inside that "O".
These are the October creepies. . .spiders that every year, near the end of the season, build their webs between the rows of staked tomatoes, making our tomato harvest a little bit horrifying, every day.
The problem with these giant arachnids is that they're great things to have in the field. I have seen them eat grasshoppers, and I'm sure they eat other undesirable insects too, which means that we are on the same team.
The Spider/Farmer Defense League? The Spider Squad?
I don't know, but I do know that during (and for about an hour after) tomato picking, I feel spiders crawling on my back and freak out that they are in my hair and of course they are not but the feeling is so very real in the moment. And so very awful.
Also unfair, since these spiders, in all the years now that we've been doing this, have never once seemed the least bit interested in us. They don't bite. They don't jump. They don't even really move. They are unassuming and very easy to avoid. But still.
My self-talk is very simple, these days. "Don't be a ninny." It's excellent advice, really.
I am very reassuring to my poor working members, I'm sure, who find the spiders even more creepy than I do.
Posted by Claire Boyles at 7:36 AM