After giving up on the New Mexico commune idea in 1971, I drove my Ford Falcon station wagon. with the 631 daisies painted on it, to Wichita, Kansas. On the way, in the Texas desert, I came upon a large, male tarantula crossing the highway. It was the first tarantula I had ever seen in the wild. I whizzed by him so fast that the wind from my car blew him over, and he was pretty pissed after I pulled over and walked back to him. He was so pissed he hissed! And he remained up on his hind legs, baring his fangs in a threatening pose, and as I walked around him, he turned, keeping his fangs towards me. I was impressed. I went back and rummaged through my car, finally finding an empty, dog treat box, to capture the spider in, and take him to Wichita.
A bathtub was even hauled into the house for the competition, set down in the living room, with a plate of glass over the top. An audience gathered around and some bets were made. I thought the whole thing was silly. Feeding a pet tarantula had never been such a big deal.
[Note: Please excuse the Mexican Red-Leg tarantula in these simulated fight pictures. It was the only tarantula toy available. No animals were harmed in the writing of this post.]
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