Over the course of my career, I've had a few scary moments. I've found myself in a relatively small cage with a black bear that had figured out how to open the door to his shift pen. I've had an angry Andean condor take a chunk out of my arm. I've launched myself onto a 12-foot anaconda... only to realize that none of my colleagues had followed suit and were hanging in the background. Lots of scary moments, more than a few painful ones, and endless gross ones (like washing spider money diarrhea out of my hair).
I'd rather relive all of these experiences, played over and over again on a loop, than have to pick up a goliath birdeater in my bare hands.
It's irrational. I know. Goliath bird-eating spiders aren't particularly venomous, and the pain of their bite is due more to their large size than their toxins. That being said, as often as I see them in zoos, I've never even heard of anyone being bitten by one, and they're said to be fairly docile. Still, the thought nauseates me. I don't mean the species any ill will. I'm always happy to see one on the other side of the glass at a zoo. If I were to see one in the wild - provided it was a little distance away and didn't catch me by surprise - I'd never dream of harming it. But if someone held a vile of acid in one hand and the spider in the other and said, I'm going to pour one of these over your head... well, I'd probably have a pretty gnarly looking haircut right about now.
And you know something? I really am ok with my feelings about the spider. It's okay not to love (or even like) all animals. I absolutely love snakes, and it makes me so sad when people harm them unnecessarily, especially when they brag about it like they did something heroic in chopping up a six-inch DeKay's snake (a harmless little slug-eater). But I accept that some people just can't stand the sight of them, and the thought of touching them would be abhorrent. So I let them be.
I've reluctantly made peace with the tarantula tribe over the years, and have taken care of a few specimens as part of my job. I've even held some before, albeit not with any sense of pleasure or comfort (it's been years since I've held a tarantula, though, and now I wonder if I'd be able to do it now, or if I'd have to work up the nerve slowly and relearn to conquer the fear all over). But I think the big guy (or gal, more likely) will always be a bridge too far for me. And I'm ok with that. Somethings are best admired from a distance. Or through glass.
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