Tarantula Hunting

New Wilderness, New Exotic Creatures

One thing about moving to the Southwest, there sure are some amazing and gnarly looking bugs out here. The desert is not brown and dead like I imagined it would be before moving here. It’s teeming with plants and animals, most of which I’d never seen before and they’re so interesting-looking that I do a double take every time I see a new critter. I’m like a 5th grader at the science museum. I’ve spent more time looking at the ground here than I have my entire life. Some of that is to avoid rattlesnakes on the trail, but a lot of it’s due to the sheer exotic-ness of creatures here.

Desert Blonde Tarantula (Aphonopelma Chalcodes) on a rock

Desert Blonde Tarantula on a rock

One of my favorites is the tarantula. Until we moved, I’d only ever seen these hairy beasts in zoos but they’re a native species here. The first time I saw one au naturel I was running in a city park in Alpine, TX. I could see it moving along the sidewalk, very slowly, so I stopped to get a closer look. Let’s just say these guys are huge and beautiful. They’re so big that I’d never even think of squishing one under my shoe if it where in the house. That’d be something like trying to stomp a squirrel. Anyway, I could see this tarantula was dying. The longer I watched him, the sadder I felt. I found a stick and tried to move him under a tree, imagining that might help him. The next day he was dead, but his body was there for weeks until some other creature dragged him away.

Later that summer, I saw another tarantula up on the mountain trails behind my house, but he climbed down into the rocks before I was within five feet of him. I told my friend Barbara, a native Texan and rancher, all about it. She wasn’t nearly as excited about this sighting as I was, although I could tell she likes them too. “Shoot, they’re all over out here.” she said, “Just wait until fall, when mating season starts. You’ll see tons of ’em crossing the road, boys looking for girls.” She then proceeded to tell me how to tell males from femtarantulaales.

Tarantulas are magical – they can make you see nature in a whole different way. I’m so taken with them that I almost bought a house down there in southwest Texas largely because I saw two of them on the property. A house, 90 acres, beautiful mountain vistas and tarantulas, I thought, what could be better? First I saw a brown male bigger than a my hand moving through the flower bushes near the porch. As we were getting into the car, I saw another huge furry male rearing up on the garage roof. From where I stood, he looked as big as a football. I was afraid yet mesmerized. It made me want the place all the more. We didn’t get to buy it after all due to too many red flags, but I wish we did. Every time I think of it, I see that huge spider waving at us from the garage as we left.

We also didn’t get to stay in Texas either and found ourselves living in southern New Mexico where the terrain, while not identical, is similar. So imagine my delight last week when my plumber told me he’d just seen a bunch of tarantulas along the road below our house. “It’s mating season, you’re sure to see plenty of them up in these mountains,” he said. Tarantula spotting fever hit me. I immediately hit the trails with my pack and my poles. For most of two hours I walked slowly along, scouring the bushes for movement. No luck.

I was just making the turn off the trail and toward the post office when one of my neighbors pulled up and rolled down her car window. I thought maybe she’d have some tarantula hunting tips for me. “Hey,” she said, “Just want to warn you, a woman was stalked by a mountain lion yesterday on West Hill Road about a mile away from here. When she tried to scare it, it didn’t back off. It kept coming. She’s okay but she was sure shook up. They have a 15 mile range. I know you’re on the trails alone a lot, so be careful.” I thanked her for the news and we parted.

Mountain lion? Maybe I should be looking up more, and down less, while I’m hiking. The tarantulas can wait.

Categories: Living

2 replies

  1. Regarding spiders only: Tarantulas are okay, but brown recluses not so much?


  2. No kidding – I am wayyy afraid of encountering those brown recluses! Thanks for reading!


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