There are times when something that would normally creep me out actually intrigues me with its beauty and grace. That was the case while I was running my mountain today.
Four miles in and cresting the summit, something up ahead caught my attention. Slowing, I approached so as not to frighten it. Looking down on the ground beside me, I saw a chocolate brown tarantula. It was just moseying along, minding its own business.
I pulled out my camera and went to take a photo of it. But along the way of capturing a nice shot, I began to take a closer look at the spider. I couldn’t help but notice the graceful way it moved, its legs synchronized. I could see each and every piece of fur on its body, me being only two feet away. Studying it closer, I noticed that the fur on its rear (do they have rears) was all rubbed off. Don’t know what from, but the spider didn’t seem to be any worse for wear.
I took a couple of brief videos of it crawling along, intent on its path. And then I snapped a couple of photos. The tarantula wasn’t the least bit scared of me and let me get to within a foot of it. Wasn’t especially fond of getting any closer, although for the first time in my life, I did have the strange urge to reach out and pet it. I managed to resist that temptation, however, deciding that being that close and not being creeped out was a good starting point. I’d save petting a tarantula for another day.
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