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I hate spiders, so there is NO way I'm going to find a picture of this mother.
I spent summer camp in Maine. Unlike sleeping under the stars or in a tent, which I enjoy as I can control my sleeping evironment or have utterly NO control over it, here we slept in ramshackle cabins with torn netting and many gaps and lofts for spiders to build their nests in. I was on the top bunk, next to a 'window'.
There, I made friends with two large spiders, which appeared to be about the same size as the above Camel Spider. I called them the 'spider family', and would check to make sure they were there before I went to sleep and whenever I went out to piss. As long as they were in their web/nearby, I figured I could sleep.
One night, however, I woke up with an especially bad hankering for the toilet. I grab my flashlight, but before turning it on make out a shape on the roof 2 feet above where I'm sleeping.
The spiders had decided to move in. I put up with it (the fear) for a few more nights before deciding to do away with my two new bunkmates. I solicited the help of a hardcore Aussie counselor, and off we went to kill/ permanently evict the spiders. When we arrived at my bunk, I pointed the pair out to him.
He froze.
What's wrong, I asked, suddenly quite scared by the fact that a man who has lived around spiders his entire life (his Dad studied them) had gone white.
'These are Wolf Spiders' he replied. 'The female here could have killed you'.
I never knew if that was true, but it freaked me out. We killed them, but that didn't mean that I slept any easier.
Solid
PS: what happened to your friend after he was bitten?
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