Yesterday hubby was driving the Volvo (must be fun for him to toodle around town in a black Volvo station wagon with a Cookie Lee sticker on the back – you think? :)…and I asked him if he caught the slimy bastard yet (I am trying really hard not to use naughty words here…).
He says…”Well, not really”.
In other words no carcass, no kill – but there was a sighting and it went like this….
“I got in the car at lunch and saw a web, not really a web because wolf spiders don’t make webs, but evidence from the emergency brake to the passenger seat. So I look in and look around, and under the seat and on the seat and I can’t see him. Then I look up and he’s right on the passenger door right ABOVE MY HEAD. Then he ran off.”
The story gets fuzzy a bit after the sighting and before he runs off. He mentioned he was just going to squish the little fart with his hands, but no such luck. I’m thinking – how stinking fast can the thing run? He’s WAY UP THERE and had to run quite a way to get to some sort of safe zone. HOW FAST?
And really, how long can he last without food? Five days? A month? Can he hibernate for years and re-appear when Ruby leaves a juice cup under the seat and ants appear and then whoosh! Wolf spider? Baby of wolf spider?
Ruby said last night, “Daddy needs to get his own Bolbo”.
Duh! This spider is sooo cramping my style.