Good morning world! It is 0400 here in New Zealand, the home of a unique and original project, Spideropolis. The following details how I came up with the idea of Spideropolis, and I will continue to bring you updates on the science behind it. From breeding to species description, I will provide in-depth, factual information on the ecology of each species introduced into the Spideropolis enclosure.
Spider One:
The story behind this beautiful creature is steeped in mystery and horror. So let us begin, and tell of the spider known as Clarissa. Where she came from we will never know but we can tell you she was found in the girl’s shower. The birth of Clarissa into our mild existence began with a scream, followed by the flailing gait of our flat mate Emily (The Strange) and, dressed only in a towel and a panicked expression, she exclaimed “WHITETAIL IN THE SHOWER”. Our lives where changed forever. The poisonous scourge of the spider world (in New Zealand at least) was trapped in a glass and placed on the coffee table, but her furry could not be curbed. If anyone approached the glass she would rear up on her hind quad of legs and raise her front quad in a menacing challenge for an honorable blood match to the death. Though her challenge was noble, we are essentially cowards, and we submitted to her brutal magnificence by sallying forth en masse to find food offerings for sacrifice to the she beast. A Daddy Long Legs, two black Funnel Webs and a black Cobweb spider were found and placed in a wine decanter to which dry sticks were added to provide a three dimensional play ground for Clarissa. As she hit the ground with a clink of cleptothorax, she bolted across the length of the base coming to a sudden halt in a pile of legs too numerous to count. The seething mess had us all perplexed before we realized she was devouring another spider. I kid you not. She hit the ground and perhaps two seconds later was having lunch. The spider of choice was the larger of the Funnel Webs (though smaller than herself), and its lazy twitching sang testament to the potency of the famed Whitetail Venom. We watched all night as she ate all three remaining spiders and developed from a skinny, leg-dominated form to a well proportioned athletic killer.
The next day we increased the stick scaffolding and added over twenty spiders, including some massive Funnel Web spiders which were over four centimeters long with a leg span of a can of beer. The massacre took place over a three day period with thirteen confirmed kills by Clarissa, including a Funnel Web twice her size. To add to the horror, after kill seven (a large funnel web), she stopped eating them for any more than a few minutes (spiders can drain a large kill for days). She would just let the limp carcass fall to the ground. A true psychopath had been born. We added more spiders to the enclosure, as well as flies, moths, cicadas and a Paper Wasp’s hive, Queen and all. Clarissa, who was losing interest in the poor tests of combat she was encountering, ignored the spiders and concentrated on Elizabeth, the Queen wasp. After she was repeatedly chased off her hive, Elizabeth eventually gave up, abandoning her nest, and the two spent the next four days in almost constant skirmishes, during which both appeared to take damage but still survived. Clarissa’s eventual demise was at the hands of a huge white tail we found at Stian’s (honorary flat mate #1’s) farm. This white tail (over two centimeters in length) was attacked repeatedly over ten days by Clarissa, but it held her off until one day it managed to corner her and repeatedly bite her shield of legs. With a burst of strength, Clarissa escaped, but weary and poisoned she fell from her retreat up a stick to the ground where she proceeded to bite off three of her four front legs. Over the days her deformed abdomen straightened up, and she learned to walk on glass again, after a day or two of staggering and heavy falls. She made one last kill, a small Cobweb spider, before she fell from the roof into a massive Funnel Web’s web and was slain in combat. After a day, her broken body fell to the ground and was dismembered in true spider-warrior fashion by the ants, in a ceremony that would come to be known as the
“Hundred Ant Salute”.
Rest in peace Clarissa. We will never forget you.
You can see why we got so addicted to Spideropolis; each spider is so unique - they display moods, individual behavior patterns, likes and dislikes, spend time building homes, developing feuds, and producing succeeding generations. They overcome hardship, show courage in the face of great odds or, as some do, cower and hide. Brave spiders often fall and cowards often succeed, and big spiders are sometimes killed by small ones. Spideropolis shows you the world of an insect’s life and it is far richer and more human than you would’ve ever imagined.
As well as this unique view of a spider’s life, events rarely or even never before recorded will be captured and made available. You will see white tails eating all kinds of insects. You will see mantis beheadings. You will see bumble bees and funnel-webs fight to the death.
You will see death, life and glory.
David
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