Monday 18 August 2014

The huntsman




The alarmingly fast spider with a nasty bite is described by the RSPCA as “an arachnophobe’s worst nightmare.”

The enormous Huntsman spider measures a whopping SEVEN INCHES and is easily bigger than any native species. Native to Australia, it has now been found in St Leonards-on-Sea, which is near Hastings, which is near Brighton, on the South coast of England, which is where I live. And I want to move. Right now.

Staff at a warehouse of a distribution company were opening a crate from Taiwan when they spotted the monster. Joe Woodburn, the warehouse manager, said: “My mate saw it on the box I was holding. He froze and couldn’t get his words out fast enough. It was as big as the palm of my hand. We managed to get it into a big plastic container where we kept it while we called the RSPCA.”


For a moment Mr Woodburn thought it was a fake or a toy, but soon changed his mind: “I thought it was plastic at first, but the minute it was in the sunlight it started to warm up and it was running around and jumping up the side of the box. We get containers like this all the time and we have always joked that one day we’d open one up to find some kind of ferocious animal in there, but I never expected to find a spider as big as this.”


The RSPCA Inspector was very cautious in dealing with the spider. Zoe Ballard said: “I managed to secure the spider in the container and took it to the RSPCA’s wildlife centre nearby, but I must admit I was worried all the way that it would get out and escape in my van.”


RSPCA, Inspector Tony Woodley said: “Huntsman spiders can give you a nasty bite, but they aren’t likely to cause too much harm unless you suffer an allergic reaction.

Bitten on the bum by a seven inch spider? Then you could die. Well, you could, couldn't you?
(Too many coulds, ed.)

And, because they are so big and they run around so quickly, they are probably an arachnophobe’s worst nightmare.”

St Leonard's isn't far...
...I will never go to the loo again.





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Ben'n'Jerry'n' the wedding




We went to a wonderful wedding last weekend. (Say that after a few champagnes). ... and we were warned by the Wagners about the wraffic, I mean traffic. Five hours to Dorset from Brighton? Six hours from London? Were they ALL going to the wedding?


Bill and his bird missed the whole ceremony.


Harry and his new whistle made it.


Even me, although the sign said 'No Dogs'.

I took my hat off to Ben


'n' Jerry,


in case they ate it.


When my nephew Bob (the groom),


sorry that's a pic of Yoda, the goat, said there was a zoo at the wedding, d'you know? I thought he, as a wiley, wicked ol' Wagner, was just winding me up.

Well, I was wrong.





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Thursday 14 August 2014

Oh Bugle

I have a blackberry to pick with Ken! He had given me the heads up that he'd already picked 3lbs of blackberries. So me and the old man think blackberry crumble and off we go to my favourite view in Sussex where we know the blackberries hang out.
Having only found on our treck, redberries and greenberries, we were mystified. Where were the blackberries?

I collapsed in a sullen heap almost on top of what I thought was a field of wild orchids! I was so happy. When we arrived home I researched wild orchids of Sussex.
And my 'orchid'
 is actually a Bugle Bugloss. Not an orchid but a cool name all the same.

And we also discovered some lovely sloes which also are not ready... ...yet.



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