Flander's Lane, Washington Maine

Flander's Lane is named after my grandfather, Roland Flanders. It is a short dirt road with a few camps set on Washington Pond. There are tales that Flander's Lane is haunted. At least that's what my grandfather says.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Giant Wharf Spider

giant wharf spider
One of my most popular blog posts are the post about the giant wharf spiders here on Washington Pond. I grew up here. I learned to live in fear of the Wharfers. They are big, ugly, full of attitude, and will chase a small child off any waterside deck, dock, or wharf. Here is another, and to show you how big this evil beast is, I dared put my hand into the photo. The Wharf Spider is about the size of my palm, not including my fingers. That's a big spider. To also know they can walk on water, make web sails to skip across the water back to the shore only adds to their mystique. I remember splashing them off the dock, and they would simply walk across the water returning to the underside of the deck. I always imagine the underside of any dock filled with an entire society of Wharf Spiders.

The same Maple tree now is covered with lots of little baby Wharfers. Today when I kayaked in, I noticed them all scampering about on the tree bark. I didn't want to use the tree to get out of my boat in fear of squishing the little darlings. The only thing worse than a bug is it's guts. I just stepped into the lake and got wet instead.