Featured Eeek.... My new friend is... A terrifying huge spider!

Sharks and moray eels can be fun,but being stung by a very large Portuguese man of war is not pleasant...speaking from experience.

 

I think I'll avoid swimming varmints of all sorts; they sound annoying.

BTW, here's the bat video

 

He/she is very cute, looking... terrific! This brooch clasp is around 1920s.
I love purple

 

The horn moth/bumble bee (not entomologist, lol!) is one of my pieces, had broken legs... I kyratised it (definitely have to post my repaired critters!)

Ladybugs....... Guess what... AFRAID OF THEM TOO The upper part is cute, but if you look the underside! All these black legs moving furiously make me... collapse

Reptiles are fine, except if they are moving fast when I hold them
This salamander looks prehistoric!

 

Awful fate

 

She said calmly... Remind us a New Yorker can be bitten by strange animals
(Say hello to Julia the gorilla mom for me during your next visit)

 

Reading this after replying to thread with your marvelous kyratisations. I still want to know what this Japanese Mothra creature was that got into your house.

 

My invader was far less colorful, dark brown, and didn't have that smile, rather a cruel grin... But as big!

 

You should have heard me calmly suggesting to her that she would really like to have this nice pine cone rather than my forefinger, wouldn't she? Knew the last thing to do was try to pull away - she would have stripped the flesh from the bone! After a minute she did opt for the pine cone. Because of the location, it bled like crazy at first, & I found the other birds of prey living in adjacent cages were unusually interested in me that day, as I stopped by & visited each of them, my finger wrapped in bloody tissue. A nice English couple came along & the lady had just the right kind of sticking plaster with her & didn't ask questions.

The bite wound was just a clean cut & healed soon without problem. However, I had also scraped my shin on the metal cable fence. This ended up requiring a second round of treatment for an antibiotic-resistant infection.

I am just dying to get back to all my friends, &, of course, especially Julia. The presentation on hellbenders was made by one of the zoo's reptile curators & will make a point of going by the reptile house to see their new exhibit with these fantastic creatures.

Wish I had thought to ask him what happened to the python who used to live in the building that houses the gorillas. (In the summer it houses the people while the gorillas are outside looking at them.) The first time she came to the glass right in front of me, ran her head up the window, then parked her chin on a loop of faux liana so she was face to face with me, I was astonished & slightly freaked out. The second time I was doubly so. The third time I was starting to expect it, but it sure freaked out some other visitors who came along & watched as she spent time with her head first resting on the vine loop, nose to nose with me, then raised her head & resettled it on what is meant to look like a broken off little tree so her eye was turned my way, then back again. I didn't know I was a parselmouth. If I'd been at Hogwarts, I'm sure the Sorting Hat would have put me in Hufflepuff

 

Wooohhh, good you stood calm! Birds have an excellent smelling sense, no wonder they knew you were bleading
I hope you don't try to pet the big cats...

Speaking of Hogwarts, Julia would be your Persona

 

No, but one time I stopped where one of the lion pairs were lounging in the late afternoon sun a good distance away & began thinking at them how beautiful I thought they were & how much I wished I could see them better. They got up & came about half the distance closer before settling down again.

There was one case. When he did make a statement, guy said he wanted to be 'one with the tigers'. He very nearly was:

https://www.nbcnewyork.com/news/local/Bronx-Zoo-Tiger-Den-Man-Attacked-Loses-Foot-170748326.html

 

Bronwen, you are animal connected by soul and I'm not one of the New Age adept, but facts are facts
Tiger man is a jerk! Happily the tiger wasn't put down because of that idiot!
I'd have used the loo's brush too.... to hit the jerk to death

 

LOL. There was an awful episode, many years before that, when a couple of boys said another boy had fallen in with a bear at another of the city's zoos. There was an article of this third boy's clothing in the enclosure & the bear was put down. The 2 had lied; no such thing had happened. I was so ready to use more than the bowl brush on them. Grrrrrr!

Later in the same summer, on a Wednesday when thunderstorms had been correctly predicted, visitors who take advantage of the 'pay what you wish' policy for that day of the week flocked in anyway. They subsequently removed the metal grates that protected the tree wells of the beautiful trees around the great lawn. Some idiot who had sheltered under one of them got blasted out of his trainers. He survived, but must have had a spectacular burn.

Before Tiger Guy was even out of the hospital, zoo preemptively sued him for trespass, maybe endangering animals. In September I came in one morning and found a man wearing a suit & a zoo ID around his neck whistling at the jay thrushes I always whistle at, & doing a better job of it. When I asked what he did there, he told me he was Zoo Counsel (lawyer). I said, Boy, have you had a year!

A very long time ago they had an episode when a gibbon they thought would stay in an open enclosure simply out of distance & shyness, swung out onto the shoulder/neck of a man who freaked out with undesirable, although non-fatal, results.

 

Aargh! I'm dead now
This one is as purple as KSW one

 

I LOVE your shiny new big spider, Kyra!!!! Is that pieces of gold in its back?????

 

AND of course, you're NOT gonna tell US, are you??????

 

@Aquitaine LOL, well since you asked. . .

My husband is a very large, hairy guy. Long ago we lived in a small cabin type house. We did have a furnace but mainly heated with a wood stove in the 'great' room. One cold, winter day it was too cold for him, after his shower, so he ran out dripping wet to dry off in front of the stove. Turned his backside to the stove & bent over to dry his legs. SIZZLE. . .YELP. . .he quickly turned around. . .there on his ample buttocks was a perfect, red GRID. I laughed so hard I cried. In-between gasping for air I tried (really I did) to offer him sympathy, but the laughter won out. His red grid lasted about a week, the missing hair grid took much longer to 'heal'.