My love/hate relationship with spiders is legendary. I must have at least three dozen books about spiders, ranging from grade school picture books to five-pound encyclopedias. I read about them constantly, and they fascinate me.
And yet, I’m an arachnophobe. Not one of those especially crazy arachnophobes who belt out operatic high notes at the sight of the smallest spider, but if they catch me by surprise, I flip. I’m completely aware of how ridiculous this is, as 99% of the time, the spiders I’ve encountered could not possibly harm me, and of all the tiny monsters we correctly and incorrectly classify with the “bug” banner, spiders are the ones who really couldn’t care less about what I’m doing.
Why are so many of us afraid of spiders? According to articles like this, we might be able to blame evolution: A reflexive fear of spiders etched into our souls in response to our ancestors having to deal with the venomous beasts and their naughty bites. If that’s true, I feel better. I only become a five-year-old girl in the presence of spiders because my great great great great great great great great great grandfather used to get his ass chewed off by them.
Whatever the reason, spiders have become a symbol of Halloween. They’re as synonymous with this time of year as bats, witches, and any of the other things that share shapes with the Wilton mail-order catalog’s current collection of cookie cutters. In fact, arachnids have become so closely associated with Halloween that retailers can successively sucker us into spending thirty bucks on giant, fake spiders.
That’s why I’m here!
Man. I love those Spirit stores, but their prices are insane, and not in the cool Crazy Eddie way. I don’t know how I let myself purchase their giant “Hairy Spider” with its ridiculous price tag of thirty bucks, but rest assured, it’s way too much money to be spending on a fake spider, even considering its enormous souped-up pipecleaner legs.
They can only get away with a price like that because it’s so early in the season. By the end of October, it wouldn’t shock me to see these going for a lot less. (And after Halloween? Forget it — they’ll let you walk out of the store with one just for asking politely.)
I can’t recommend the “Hairy Spider” at this price, but don’t take that to mean that it isn’t a quality item. It is. The fuzzy fur is top notch, and it has the cutest little alien cranberry eyes. Oh, and did I mention that its leg span is eight feet? Yeah, there’s also that.
(click here to see the above photo, supersized!)
The legs are posable, and with a little work, the end results are pretty impressive. Interestingly, the size of the spider marks it as an outdoors-only item, but there’s no way you could leave him outside: The fur would get ruined and he’d fall apart. So, if you’re somehow okay with the price, you’re going to be in the odd position of needing to find a spot in your house for an eight foot fake spider. I’m used to problems like these, but for the rest of the planet, it could be a dealbreaker.
The bendable whatevers underneath the spider’s leg fur are pretty strong, and you can effectively pose the thing in any way you see fit. (This is much cooler than the usual gamut of faux spiders, who have zero ability to do anything but lie flat on the floor.) Actually, the more I look at the pictures and write about the spider, the more that ridiculous price tag starts to seem not so ridiculous. On the other hand, I’m an eternal sucker for anything with cranberries for eyes.
Not bad, but you may want to wait for the post-season sales.
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Ahh the “giant house spider” or when I lived in Washington we called them Hobo spiders. Yeah they are huge. I dont really mind spiders. We let them live(outside) to keep down the bugs, but when you are watching t.v. and one of these bad boys just comes crawling up over the back of the couch right by your ear you will scream, jump up, brushing your body frantically, and your skin will crawl for hours. The worst is when you see one in your bedroom before bed and you go to get a shoe or glass to catch em and you come back and “where the hell did it GO!?” I cant sleep if I dont know where it is. I live in the desert now and no spiders in the house. Just black widows outside. They never come in. Good spiders.