Thursday, February 5, 2015
HMV Day 9: Welcome to Grand Canyon Country
I noticed the spider's movement when it was about 12 inches from my bare toes. It was sauntering down the middle of the path, just like I was. I jumped back in an moment of automatic reflex and horror. Jeepers! Of course, I wouldn't be wearing my nice, protective leather boots! Once I was over the initial shock it was an interesting wildlife encounter. Matt and I followed it a ways. It moved with direct purpose. We'd later learn from the woman at the bicycle rental shop that we'd made it just in time for the "tail end of tarantula migration season." The woman at the bicycle shop assured me that they couldn't hurt me. I told her I wasn't worried they'd bite me. I was worried they'd touch me! I don't care for spiders. As such, while I found the whole thing unusual and exciting I was--and am--certainly grateful that my home is in a place with winter. A place where there is no "tarantula migration season."