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My wife and I were driving through Liverpool one day and a huntsman the size of a dinner plate crawled out of the nooks of the car and onto the OUTSIDE of her passenger side window and scared the bejeezus out of her. I couldnt stop laughing because she was squirming over to my side trying to get away from it and actually LOCKED THE DOOR, so it couldnt get in!
After I pulled over to scoot it off and I had stopped laughing, I asked whether she thought locking the door was going to stop it getting in because I doubt it was going to lift the handle to open the door......
Still use that one at parties....
Still, I know what its like, I went back to my house in the mountains after the 2004 bushfires to check it, went out the back to check to see if the back pergola got singed or not, opened the back screen door, felt something "land" on my head, brushed it off and no joke, there was a 20cm diameter huntsman that had landed on my head, bristling on the floor looking like it was going to jump at any minute. Now I dont particularly like spiders, but can deal with them when they invade my space, but EVERY hair on my body stood on end and I had to get a broom to try and smash it into next week. Adrenalin surges make you look a bit silly, dancing around trying to belt a spider, never did hit it.... so I closed the door and left it to terrorise the next sap.
Chris
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