Black Widows: the most boring pet ever?

I didn’t expect it, but wow, black widows are incredibly lazy. They find a corner and park their large butts there and don’t move at all, all day long. I know they wander about at night stringing silk all over the place, but otherwise, they’re like sulking teenagers who don’t wanna do nothin’ whenever you look at them. Boring!

Or are they?

I think maybe I haven’t been feeding them right. Yesterday, I caught a small grasshopper in our garden, and I tossed it into the black widow container. It bounced off a couple of strands of silk, and the effect was electric: the widow leapt out of her corner and stood poised in the center, suspended on its web, looking extraordinarily alert. She wasn’t looking directly at the hopper, but was delicately touching multiple lines — you could tell she was poised to sense any motion in her trap.

The moment was tense and dramatic.

The hopper moved. The widow instantly charged at it, tried to use her hind legs to tangle it up, and failed, so she retreated back to her central lookout. The hopper was terrified, and remained motionless for at least 5 minutes, while the spider was also motionless, but alert.

Finally, the hopper took a small step, and the widow surged forward and snared it with more silk. The hopper was kicking frantically, trying to leap away, but was hampered by the strong sticky silk, and every leap tangled it further in all that silk. So much silk. Finally, the black widow gave it one little kiss, and the hopper was almost instantly dead. Then she dragged her prey up to her calm quiet corner and ate.

I’ve been feeding her mealworms all this time. Maybe it’s not the spider that’s boring, but the food I’ve been giving her. The next feeding day is Tuesday, I think I’m going to have to buy a box of crickets.

And now I have an official blog poem!

Stolen from McSweeney’s. To be read aloud in a very tiny but furious voice:

WE ARE THE SPIDERS OF THIS HOUSE

SHOUTING OUR MANIFESTO

AS BEST WE CAN WITHOUT VOCAL CORDS

BUT ONLY YOUR CATS CAN HEAR US

THEY ARE LAZY, OVERFED

WE LAUGH IN THEIR WHISKERED FACES

AS WE BUMP UGLIES BENEATH THE LOVESEAT

THROW DOWN ON THE COFFEE TABLE

– – –
WE ARE THE SPIDERS OF THIS HOUSE

WHEN YOU’RE ALONE IT’S SHOWTIME

WE POP UP IN CORNERS

PEEPING TOM YOU IN THE SHOWER

SHOOT OUT A LINE OF SILK AND DANGLE

TWO INCHES FROM YOUR FACE

“What the hell is that even connected to?” YOU WAIL AND BAT THE AIR

HAHAHA WE’LL NEVER TELL

– – –
WE ARE THE SPIDERS OF THIS HOUSE

WE HAVE A HIVE MIND LIKE THE BORG

YES, FROM STAR TREK: THE NEXT GENERATION

WE WATCHED IT WITH YOU

MANY TIMES

WE LIKED THE ONE WHERE BARCLAY EVOLVED INTO ONE OF US

IT’S CALLED “GENESIS,” EPISODE 19, SEASON 7

YEAH, WE’RE FANBUGS

ANYWAY, RESISTANCE IS FUTILE

– – –
WE ARE THE SPIDERS OF THIS HOUSE

OUR ANCESTORS COLONIZED THE BASEMENT

POOR CHOICE OF WORDS—NOBODY LIKES A COLONIZER

THESE DAYS

WE’VE BEEN HERE SINCE THE JAZZ AGE

THREE HUNDRED GENERATIONS, GIVE OR TAKE

YOU’VE BEEN HERE FOR TWO YEARS

WHO DO YOU THINK IS GOING TO WIN?

– – –
WE ARE THE SPIDERS OF THIS HOUSE

YOUR HUSBAND SAYS WE’RE MORE AFRAID OF YOU THAN YOU OF US

HAHAHA UNTRUE

YOU’RE TERRIFIED AND WE LOVE IT

WE’VE WRITTEN SONGS ABOUT YOUR FEAR

CHOREOGRAPHED BALLETS

ONCE WE HAD A RAVE IN THE ATTIC

LITERALLY DANCED ON THE CEILING

A BUNCH OF US DID X AND MOLTED

YOUR FUCKING CATS OUTSIDE THE DOOR ALMOST GAVE US AWAY

ANYWAY, THAT’S WHERE ALL THOSE EXOSKELETONS CAME FROM

– – –
WE ARE THE SPIDERS OF THIS HOUSE

DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY INSECTS WOULD OVERRUN THIS PLACE WITHOUT US?

FLIES AND SILVERFISH

ANTS AND MOTHS

ASSHOLE MOSQUITOS

INSTEAD OF THANKING US, YOU GET THE VACUUM

WE’RE NEW ENGLAND HOUSE SPIDERS FOR CHRIST’S SAKE

NOT EVEN THAT BIG

TRY MOVING TO AUSTRALIA

OUR HUNTSMAN COUSINS WILL FUCK YOU UP FOR DAYS

– – –
WE ARE THE SPIDERS OF THIS HOUSE

LOOK, IT’S NOTHING PERSONAL

WE’RE LIKE ANNOYING SEVENTH-GRADE BOYS

JUST WANT TO GET A RISE

WE REALLY DON’T LIKE THE VACUUM

CAN WE CALL A TRUCE?

GIVE US THE BASEMENT AND THE ATTIC

MAYBE THAT “GUEST ROOM” YOU STILL HAVEN’T FIXED UP

THE KITCHEN AND BOTH BATHROOMS AT NIGHT

HAHAHA JK, WE’LL TAKE WHATEVER ROOM WE WANT

WE’LL CHASE YOU FOR FUN

AND LAUGH WHEN NO ONE BELIEVES YOU

FUCK! THAT CAT CAUGHT ONE OF US

CALICO BITCH ATE HIM ALIVE

POOR WEAVER

JUST TURNED ONE, NOT AS FAST AS HE USED TO BE

IT’S OKAY, WE’RE NOT AFRAID OF DEATH

IF YOU KILL ONE OF US, TEN MORE WILL TAKE OUR PLACE

WHEN WE DIE WE GO TO STOVOKOR LIKE KLINGON WARRIORS

WE ARE THE SPIDERS OF THIS HOUSE

Uh-oh

I got a small surprise yesterday. A week and a half ago, I got a couple of black widows and got them set up in nice containers. Yesterday, Verðandi made a lovely fat egg sac. Yay!

This raises a few problems, though. Mary is mostly arachnophilic, but I’ve noticed she’s a bit nervous about Latrodectus, and tends to quickly leave the room when I open up the cages. They have a bad reputation. The bigger problem is that the containers I have them in are open and fairly airy, and while the adults can’t escape, little baby spiderlings could slip right through the ventilation openings.

So this morning I’m going to have to do a prisoner transfer, moving them from the relatively low security home confinement, to a more secure containment in my lab. I’ll post photos later.

Maybe we can call it Dark Easter

I saw this and had to stick my head in a grungy, stinky box to take this photo.


See it? There was a mama Parasteatoda tending her egg sac. Right there in the middle! You can’t miss it.

I scooped it up, and will be taking it into the lab. Maybe this is easier to see?

The spiders are laying eggs all over the place and tucking their sacs into odd corners all around the yard and the house. It’s like an easter egg hunt!

The kinky sex life of nephilid spiders

I didn’t tell you the whole story about our local Argiope. In fact, I cropped the photo I used by a lot — I left out that spider’s consort. Here’s the whole thing.

The female is on the right, that smaller, more gracile spider on the left is a male.

The thing about nephilid mating is that when the male gets lucky, one of the last things he does, once he gets his palp into the female epigyne, is to snap it off — that is, he voluntarily castrates himself and leaves the organ inside her. It acts as block to further mating by other males.

In addition, he builds a web very close to the female’s, and stations himself there to deter any males that might wander along and try courting her. That little guy in the left corner is a eunuch guard!

I know, that sounds creepy and stalkerish, and as I always tell people, the naturalistic fallacy is a fallacy, so don’t take this as an example. Maybe Dolomedes is a more attractive role model: the males don’t do the eunuch guardian thing at all, they just up and die on the spot as soon as they achieve copulation, and leave their lifeless corpse dangling from the female’s nether bits until it falls off. Carrying around the dead body of former partner’s is an excellent way to get other males to leave you alone.

I don’t recommend that for human women, either. It would work, though!

Oh boy, here come the hysterical headlines

On LiveScience:


On MSN:

On Philadelphia TV news:

These are all nonsense. Virtually all spiders are venomous, and the Joro spider does not have particularly strong venom and isn’t a hazard to humans. The “flying” bit is just a reference to the spiderlings’ dispersal method of using strands of silk to loft themselves into the air — the adults are much too large and heavy to do that.

At least NPR gets the story straight.

That is correct: harmless. Harmless to people, at least — there is concern that the Joro spider will displace other resident spider species.

But these are magnificent animals.

What’s also annoying to me is that we already have large orb-weaving spiders of similar size living in these same places that the Joro is invading. We have Argiope aurantia already.

These tend not to live in cities or places particularly close to people — they eat large insects, like grasshoppers. If your home is swarming with hoppers all over, then yes, maybe Argiope or Joro will set up shop in your neighborhood, and take out the grasshoppers. I’ve seen fallow fields around my home that are densely overgrown with grasses and where the grasshoppers are leaping all around you as you walk through the brush, and I’ll see Argiope spiders populating every square meter. They don’t get headlines, though, because they’re harmless and leave people alone.

Maybe I’ll have to record a video of one of these spectacularly dense Argiope sites this year — they usually start popping up in August, so you’ll have to wait a bit.

Better than a cat

Our cat is a shameless coward that fears any kind of vermin, so useless as a mouse catcher. The spiders who live on and around my house are much more effective and relentless in taking out invaders.

Walking around the yard this afternoon I spotted four instances of bloody murder of pests. Good work!

Verðandi eats!

All of the black widows have been fed! Here’s Verðandi just as she delivered a fatal bite to a mealworm.

Once again, the background is the lid of the container, annoyingly. Black widows are not very dynamic pets, since they like to just sit in one place and wait for their prey, and they don’t do much and are mostly inactive. I guess when you’re that pretty you can afford to be so lazy.