August is tarantula month. This is when we see them wandering around, heading for . . . well, wherever they go to meet up with other tarantulas. They get out into the streets and just meander along. When we see one, we jump out to hasten its journey to the side of the road. Cars actually stop and let us do this. Not on busy roads, of course, but just here in our complex.
This fellow/gal was resting beside these rocks when I leaned down to pull out a handful of weeds about six inches from where he was. It was twilight, and although I’ve learned to look before I put my hand near the ground, I didn’t see him. He apparently saw me, though, and made a dash (well, about three inches!) into these rocks that border our berm. He was a mottled variety of brown colors, as were the rocks, so he was actually pretty hard to see. I dashed back in for my camera (and a flashlight that DH held for me), and he patiently waited for me. It was getting really dark so the picture isn’t as good as I’d hoped it would be. Someone with better Photoshop skills could probably have pulled out a better picture, but that’s the best I could do.
His home is likely in those rocks during the day. They seem to come out only as it is getting dark. Would like to see “Tarantula Nightlife!” – The Movie!! ;->