A little tarantella here...

Tarantalla: Said to be a frenzied dance people in the past use to do whenever they got bitten by tarantula, in a bid to outdance the poison, to save their lives. Named after Taranto, a town in Italy, according to legend, an epidemic of tarantula poisonings spread through the town of Taranto. The victims (tarantata) were typically farm women or others whose daily life might reasonably bring them into contact with the kinds of spiders that run in the fields.

And I now present to you a picture a a spider found in a nice corner of my house's toilet. It is not a tarantula, but it still is a spider.

Meet my pet


I name her Peter Parker. Or Tobey Maguire, whichever sounds nicer. She was orginally emaciated, starving and destitute, roaming the cold, harsh tiles of my toilet. The cold wintry drafts mercilessly whipped the eight legged loner. On first sight, she was hardly visible. Her abdomen lacking lustre and color, heck, she was almost invisible on the camera! But when a samaritan came along and gave her a gift of 2 mosquitos, she lived!

St Vitus's dance



She's shy, she doesn't like people to see her eat. Unlike certain Charmaines I know, this petit spider actually has able manners! Well, not that she eats off a table, but yea. Oh yea, it was I who dropped that mosquito conveniently into her web. But this mosquito was more or less killed by my attempt to catch it. The other 2 that I dropped in were still alive, only comatose.