Another story, re DrLumen's decision not to stomp them out...
Was doing my pharmacy thing behind a Rite Aid counter in Lincoln City, OR. About 2001.
Was new on the block and my veteran pharmacy tech suddenly got sever agitated over something. She started babbling hi speed to someone on the other side of the counter. Said I was the new pharmacist and was dying to meet her. The tech said she had to go to the bathroom and took off like a bat out of hell. I was being set up...
The lady was a pure nut case. Psycho **** fixated on every ailment known to humanity. Problem was that it wasn't her that was sick, it was her dog she projected everything on to. She would come to the pharmacy with the latest ailment for her dog and want over the counter medicines to give the dog as a suppository. She would load up with chemicals and head back to cram them up the dog's ass. Poor creature.
Would experience a cold shudder every time she showed up because there was a lunatic 30 minute minimum tirade ahead, and the customer is always right. Piss her off and you could be fired. Work piled up as you concentrated on the poor dog's ass.
About Hobo spiders. Last thing I would want to be bitten by. Same venom as the brown recluse. In nature, they strike and retreat as the bug is dissolved internally. The spider comes back a few minutes later for a tasty milkshake.
Does the same thing to humans. Gross disfigurations at best. Loss of limbs and death maybe. Cuts off circulation to the area and dissolves proteins for the next meal. Body part where the bite happened can rot off.
One day the lady came in and said she didn't feel too good. She dropped her pants in the middle of public and her legs had a couple hundred red bite marks.
She lived in a trailer with her dog. She saw spiders coming thru the floor. Checked under the trailer and there were several nests of Hobo's in the wood debris.
Her response was to rip up the floor boards. Stripped herself naked and went on a stomping spree.
First time she ever asked for something for herself and not for the dog.
We told her to get the hell to the ER immediately (for whatever they could do)
Never saw her again. Outcome was not too good.
John