Tarantula Crossing (or "Why I Don’t Go Into the Jungle")

So on our trip to La Ruta de los Cenotes this weekend, I mentioned that you can often see Yucatan animals crossing the road. On our way back from Cenote Lucero Verde, we stopped when we saw this bad boy crawling out of the jungle:

Posted in full size so you can take in every hairy detail

I asked my father-in-law if I could get out and take a picture because… well, because I’m a blogger and that’s what we do. I would have put my hand side-by-side for a size comparison, but I’m not suicidal. (Just trust me when I say it was roughly the size of my face.)

I’ve identified it as a Yucatan Rust Rump Tarantula.

12 thoughts on “Tarantula Crossing (or "Why I Don’t Go Into the Jungle")

  1. Ick. Double ickety ick. And before I’ve had my coffee too. Now, may I also say that it’s kinda pretty? I mean the rust color on its back combined with the black. Still ickety ick, though.

  2. Woah. Okay, I’m not scared of spiders at all but I am slightly terrified that I’m heading to a country filled with scorpions and tarantulas the size of your face!

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