This is the final chapter to a three-part saga about the ramifications that arose from letting a spider live in my bedroom.
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Part one – the initial story: http://olivethenerd.com/i-failed-to-consider-the-miracle-of-life/
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Part two – update on the jar of baby spiders: http://olivethenerd.com/an-update-on-the-baby-spiders/
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This is part three, where they have been released. It’s not much of a “story time,” but I included the tag because the original post was definitely that.
I released them at a dock of a pond that I live close to, so they had a quick source of water. I waited till nighttime because to my understanding, that’s when spiders are most active.
I left my commentary up, but you can turn the sound off if you want. I’m mostly rambling as I explain what is happening with the babies.
This took me by surprise. I thought there were bunches of individual webs in there. I intended to use that utensil to prod them out of the jar, and encourage them to leave on their own accord. But then I ended up scooping one one large web of eggs and baby spiders, and they were forcefully ripped out from the jar instead. (I’m sorry, baby spiders!)
Every little “bump” of the camera was my hand twitching. I mention this a couple of times because it’s fucking annoying.
I realized the egg sac still had eggs that had not hatched, and this is me trying to decide what to do about it.
I decided to put the remaining egg sac under some leaves to keep them safe. I also had to get rid of some remaining baby spiders in the jar.
Bonus spider!! The orange tint of the pill bottle greatly hides her color.
Being a pure black spider doesn’t mean the spider is poisonous. I had a brain fart and was thinking “Black Widow,” until I saw that she didn’t have an hourglass on her back.
There’s a reason my text layout includes the little dots and extra paragraph breaks. If you’re interested in the reason behind this, I explained it here.