I had a huntsman who lived in my spare room’s en suite when I lived in Sydney. He’d chill out during the day and then when I’d be sat playing Xbox in the late evening with just a small lamp on he’d come scurrying out under the door and check the rest of the apartment out.
He was so large you’d hear his feet tapping on the tiles and wooden floor. I guess he was about the size and a half of a plug hole as that’s the only way I’d see him chilling, in the unused shower.
I didnt mind him as he ate the mozzies and the odd roach, my wife wasn’t overly enamoured with him though.
I had to eject him when my parents visited as my mum can’t stand spiders. It felt like I was evicting an old mate when I captured him and threw him out the window onto the trees.
Best wishes Frank, I still miss you mate.
