Here’s the deal: ever since I gained my passion for our arachnid friends, I have been wanting to dispel some of the ridiculous myths and horror stories surrounding them and their “deadly” venom. Here in Britain the myths most commonly perpetuate around false widows – which turn up in my house all the time and are little angels. No honestly, they really are. They like my sewing stash and so I often find one of the cute little guys nestled somewhere in it.
After a particularly ridiculous article about false widows (Steotoda, to us spidey types) in my local paper, I contacted them expressing my ire and invited them to meet myself and my 58 tarantulas. And they agreed to do it! Fair warning before you hit the link: there are tarantulas in this article. Even worse, perhaps, there are pictures of me too – so be prepared to shield your eyes.
The physical paper ran the story today, but it appeared online on Tuesday evening. It was viral within twelve hours, with Facebook and Twitter both going nuts (also my friends shared, then their friends shared, then their friends’ friends shared… I’m sick of the sight of my own face now lol). I have been approached, stalked and friend-requested by so many hacks in the last 48 hours that it’s unreal. No, you are not going to be putting me in the tabloids, thanks very much; I simply won’t allow my name to be linked to an inferior brand of… let’s refer to it as toilet paper.
Today though, I received a ligitimate query on Twitter, from a news reporter for ITV Anglia. The idea of being on TV scares me to death, but I feel strongly enough about the arachnid myths and lies that I think I should do it. I’ve helped so many people already; I may as well try to help even further.