We had a little excitement this morning at home. My wife came out of the bathroom and said, quite calmly, Ed, theres a big black spider in the bathtub. Since I was watching my daughter, Ella, at the time, I carried her in there to investigate. I was a bit surprised that my wife did not call it a Brown Recluse. Thats our running joke. She grew up in Brown Recluse territory, and so whenever she sees a brownish spider she says Ed, I just saw a Brown Recluse. Go get it. I gently remind her that the Brown Recluse does not live in Northern California as I gather up the culprit and take it outside.
When Ella and I looked in the tub, I could understand why Melissa had not called it a Brown Recluse. This spider was a deep shiny black. Im usually pretty casual about spiders, knowing that the only dangerous spider in our area is the black widow, a spider I had never before seen. But the color of this one caused me to act with a bit more caution. And it was good that I did. When I gathered up the critter in a Tupperware bowl, I could see, through the translucent plastic, a distinctive red hourglass on the belly. Here was my first Black Widow.
Needless to say, my wife did...