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Overview
Huntsman Spiders
The Wolf Spider
The Voracious Water Spider
Orb Web Builders
A Fascinating Sight
Riddle of the St. Andrew's Cross
The Tailed Spider
The Amazing Stick Spider
The Death's Head Spider
The Hairy Imperial Spider
The Beautiful Spiny-Bellied Spider
The Crab Spider
The Jumping Spider
The Flying Spider
Bird-Catching Spiders
A Spider that Barks?
Trap-Door Spiders
The Brown Trap-Door Spider
The Funnel-Web Spider
The Venomous Red-Back Spider
Deadliest of Creatures
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The Death's Head Spider
For many years, the
death's head spider, alias
the bird-dung spider,alias
the orchard spider (Celaenia excavata), preserved the secret of its strange habits. Possibly, because it was so common, no one considered its study would prove of interest. Even now, the full story has not been revealed. Two of its popular names are based upon its appearance, the third on a common habitat. The female spider, black and white and of shrunken appearance, rests motionless at the end of an exposed and prominent branch, usually one bare and leafless. Her legs are drawn up closely beneath her body. Often she rests in close proximity to a bundle of egg-sacs, each of light brown silk with a pattern of dark-brown lines meshed over its surface. These sacs may number up to a dozen—striking evidence, not only of the prodigal hand of Nature, but also of the degree of infant mortality. All day, and sometimes at night, in sun, wind and rain, the spider rests so motionless that one might suspect that her shrunken body was lifeless. A touch of the finger will bring reassurance.
At last, there comes a night when, with dusk, the spider rouses herself from her lethargy and becomes surprisingly active. These nights are often moonlit. She takes up her position in some open space, clear of foliage, and, raising her forelegs, waits. The period of waiting may be prolonged, but sooner or later a moth, impelled by some mysterious urge, appears, and after circling irresolutely for a while, flies straight into the waiting spider's grasp. The lure appears to be in the nature of some subtle perfume, imperceptible to human nostrils, but enticing the moth unerringly to its doom from a considerable distance.
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