Spiders? Tarantulas? Oh my! Last weekend Mom, Bree and I headed to Westminster, Colorado to visit the
Butterfly Pavillion. This is one of my favorite Colorado spots to visit. We used to take our second graders on field trips here before our curriculum changed, and I just loved it. I miss that field trip... Anyhow, my visit is never complete without spending a few minutes getting acquainted with Rosie, a Chilean Rosehair Tarantula. You see, I'm not a big fan of spiders, especially large, hairy, creepy ones like Rosie. Blame it on the wolf spiders that invaded my childhood home. In particular, the mommy wolf spider climbing up our curtain that dad smacked with a newspaper - sent tiny babies flying everywhere. Mom would come home from her night job to find me sitting in the middle of my room with the light on, watching all around in a circle convinced the spiders would come crawling after me. Given those formative experiences with spiders, I wasn't too excited during my first trip to the Pavillion when the option to hold a tarantula presented itself. However, I am also a student of psychology, and I know that the best way to overcome a phobia is through facing it. So face it I did. (It didn't hurt that my second grade students did it first!)
Rosie is surprisingly gentle. Speaking to one of the volunteers, I learned that there are actually quite a few of the rosehair tarantulas in captivity at the Pavillion. They trade them out on a consistent basis so as to not tire them out. The nickname "Rosie" came from the name, Chilean Rosehair. I think it's cute.
I love to hold Rosie for a few seconds on each trip. This time around, I also had Bree in my lap and that did make me a little nervous. The volunteer cautioned me to hold Bree's hands down so she couldn't grab for the tarantula, which I did, and Bree didn't even try. (Luckily!) Hopefully she will not have the same phobias about spiders as I did growing up. I've come to appreciate them more, knowing how much good they actually do in our circle of life. In fact, there is a small spider camped out by my bathroom sink as we speak, and I am content to let him stay. On the other hand, when my co-worker Gail asked me last week if I wanted to share a black widow spider with my class, I didn't hesitate to refuse! (She is always bringing creepy-crawlies in to work, crazy lady!) I'll save my black widow spider story for another time...





