My defenders

One thing I have accepted living in the remote jungle with great appreciation are my personal defenders, the tarantulas. In our home in Tiweno this time, we have nightly enjoyed the appearance of “King” who lives directly center on the main bamboo beam of our one room, thatched roof home. King hides in the shadows until dusk when he daily makes his grand appearance to his post-mid center. He is grayish brown with a black abdomen, almost blue and quite a marvel to gaze upon. His lesser soldiers that we discovered day two and three in our home, linger close by too; one on the lower wall opposite the door, one on the north corner of the roof, one on the south corner, and another tracking the mid beam of the home. Let’s not forget the other one that makes a grand stance in the top corner of the outhouse/toilet behind our home. Yep-that’s a grand total of 6 healthy tarantulas living in our one room bamboo house, ranging in size from a man’s open hand to dinner plate sized.

While spiders haven’t been my most feared nightmare, these creatures are impressive and I do appreciate the fear they elicit in many humans. I have come to treat these as welcome guests, although I am not really sure WHO the guests are-us or them. They have done well to keep the severely dangerous spiders and snakes away, as well as the other creatures I oppose-the ants and cockroaches, which don’t seem to have taken over thanks to our built in control force. But mostly the “buya” (Waodani word for this spider), a extremely venomous spider that lives in abundance here, is “looked” for by my defenders and taken out. It is for these reasons I acknowledge my comrades with an accepting glance each morning and night.

Sunday morning, I was even more grateful as we left for church only to discover the dreaded “buya” in our empty water bucket caught with no escape (unlike the ants that marched freely over the smooth turquoise plastic). Ha! Thanks Lord for way you protect, reveal and provide.

Later in our time here, Skyler woke, dressed and prepared to go out for the day, dumping his rubber boots like he has been taught to since he learned to walk. Sure enough, a HUGE “buya” came right out on the bamboo floor and escaped through the cracks to the underside of our raised house. While it freaked him a out a bit, we all thanked God for His protection and praised Skyler for his habit of dumping boots EVERYTIME before you insert your foot. I immediately ran outside with the machete and found our attacker upside-down camouflaged on the bamboo floor. He was quite large even crumpled up and cut in half on the dirt below. I love taking out things that threaten my kids! It seems we understand why our tarantulas are so “healthy” and large this year! I think I’ll keep them around.

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JUAN - Apr 3, 2014 at 12:38 AM

Thanks for sharing

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