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A friend of mine was bit by a full size tarantula (about 7" across) on the shoulder in Guatemala.
We rushed him to the "hospital" where they injected him with some crazy anti-venom. Apparently this kinda thing happens frequently enough they keep it stocked up!
Well, it had only taken us 10 minutes to get there and by the time we had arrived, his shoulder has a blister the size of an orange on it.
That wasn't even the craziest part of it. He had been washing his hands at the "pila" (outdoor sink) where we had our meals late one evening when he told me to check his back, because he thought he had been stung by a wasp.
So I checked it out...and there was this huge tarantula hanging on his shirt. I didn't want him to panic so I told him I was going to get a stick to brush "the bug" off - which, of course made him start to fidget. I grabbed a long wooden spatula and a towel and just as I was getting ready to knock the spider off his back, a couple of kids started screaming "Arana, Arana!" and he took off twisting and squirming and writhing around - which made it impossible for me to get it off. Plus, I think he finally felt it move across his back and that really scared him bad.
So he's basically waving his arms around trying to get the spider off and it's running around - still on his back, but down by his belt now. I finally knocked it off with a towel and smacked the rascal with the spatula. Sent the legs flying in every direction - pretty amusing actually.
All-in-all...not an experience to forget.
...come to think of it...I actually have a multitude of tarantula stories. I'll post more later.
We rushed him to the "hospital" where they injected him with some crazy anti-venom. Apparently this kinda thing happens frequently enough they keep it stocked up!
Well, it had only taken us 10 minutes to get there and by the time we had arrived, his shoulder has a blister the size of an orange on it.
That wasn't even the craziest part of it. He had been washing his hands at the "pila" (outdoor sink) where we had our meals late one evening when he told me to check his back, because he thought he had been stung by a wasp.
So I checked it out...and there was this huge tarantula hanging on his shirt. I didn't want him to panic so I told him I was going to get a stick to brush "the bug" off - which, of course made him start to fidget. I grabbed a long wooden spatula and a towel and just as I was getting ready to knock the spider off his back, a couple of kids started screaming "Arana, Arana!" and he took off twisting and squirming and writhing around - which made it impossible for me to get it off. Plus, I think he finally felt it move across his back and that really scared him bad.
So he's basically waving his arms around trying to get the spider off and it's running around - still on his back, but down by his belt now. I finally knocked it off with a towel and smacked the rascal with the spatula. Sent the legs flying in every direction - pretty amusing actually.
All-in-all...not an experience to forget.
...come to think of it...I actually have a multitude of tarantula stories. I'll post more later.