even though you fully expected these spiders to be landing on you, that still qualifies as surprise spiders in my book.
"Expected" is not the right word.
In the mid-90s, I produced a science magazine show for three government agencies -- the Florida Keys National Marine Sanctuary, Everglades National Park, and the southeastern region of the Environmental Protection Agency -- and for this segment, I was accompanying an Audobon Society scientist who was monitoring the health of the roseate spoonbill community by tracking their food sources. That is, the spoonbills themselves really, really don't like people, so they're hard to find, even harder to count, but the fish that they eat are relatively easy to find. You can make some correlations that way, a method that has proven itself effective over time.
My role was a combination of field producer, interviewer, and videographer, followed later by video and audio editing, writing the segment, and adding the music and other post-production stuff (maps, graphics, and such).
So, as we're making way across the waters of Florida Bay from the Everglades office in Key Largo to progressively smaller and smaller boats hidden in the mangroves, the scientist asks, "Are you arachnophobic?" I said, "Well, I like spiders okay I guess, but what are you asking me?" He replied, "Let me tell you about Spider Alley."
By this time, we're most of an hour from shore, with another hour to go to get to our destination. So my consent was somewhat constrained, and while he set the scene as precisely as you could have hoped, there's no way to contextualize getting RAINED ON BY SPIDERS FOR HALF AN HOUR while lying in a cold, greasy puddle at the bottom of a motorized canoe...while you're also trying to film all of this for television.
I started to write this whole story up a few years ago, and when I did, I discovered that the fish we were going to count spent part of their time out of the water (known to us at the time), but scientists discovered in the interim that they're also hermaphrodites who can change their primary-presenting sex, and are maybe self-fertilizing...? Still figuring that part out, but honestly, I'm not sure it's any of my business.
btw, a similar trip but much less stressful was wading through the Everglades to alligator nests to ever-so-gently move the mother gators to the side so we could count their eggs.
While they watched. But the idea was the same. You check the nests twice -- before hatching and after -- so you can get an idea of how many viable young are entering the ecosystem each breeding cycle, how many are lost to predation, etc. Counting eggs, occupied and empty, is much, much easier than trying to count the babies.
Tim, what haven't you done?!?!?!
Once you've been rained on by spiders for an hour (don't forget: Spider Alley was a round trip!) and waded blind through the Everglades literally up to your armpits in alligators, you think differently about those kinds of lists.
Tarantulas look hefty but actually are surprisingly light.
Tarantulas are cool by me, but as Voran mentioned, I'd be afraid of hurting them. Still, I've been around them enough in classroom settings where they lived in enclosures that I came to appreciate their personalities, if you will. They're curious, engaged, and playful, and I absolutely get why some people want them around as companions.
I might have a different story to tell you if thousands of them fell into my tiny boat for an hour.