Genus Cheiracanthium. I've decided I don't like this spider. After hopping around on the web (get it?), I believe that these pale flesh colored s.o.b.s bite people at whim (without provocation). Somebody claimed that bites my Sac Spiders are often misdiagnosed as Brown Recluse bites because of their severity. I've still have this dime-sized scar on my leg from a 1992 Recluse bite. That bit! (Get it?)
Therefore, I do not like you, Longlegged Sac Spider. But let's make a pact: you stay outdoors and leave me alone, and I'll leave you alone.
Whenever we get spiders in the house — and we get them a lot here in SoCal — Bradley is usually kind enough to trap them and release them outside. The night before last, though, this scary fellow (like this guy) dropped from the bedroom ceiling and landed right on my bare side. I have insomnia, so I was awake to detect the unwelcome presence. I jumped up, turned on the light, waking Bradley, who smashed the spider, which was then on my pillow, with a shoe. The thing is, I knew it was going to happen. At bedtime, I saw the spider up there, right above my side of the bed. Since the ceiling is highest at that point, he'd be hard to get, so I convinced myself he'd just stay up there. Wrong-o! Much to my dismay and his demise. (The end.)
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