Avid readers of my blog (it’s getting slightly easier to say that word out loud) will know who Hardcore Henry was. (Or maybe they won’t, because it’s been a while since I’ve talked about him that one time.) I mentioned him in one of my previous Life Updates. (Which you can read for yourself right here!)
For those of you just stopping by, Hardcore Henry was the daddy long-legs that lived by my bookshelf. He got killed (semi-long story) and was soon replaced by a newcomer daddy long-legs that I dubbed Hardcore Henry II.
I didn’t post about it, but Hardcore Henry II is gone too.
I don’t know if he perished in the cold and forgotten wastes behind my bookshelves or if he crawled himself to a new locale with better property value. All I know is that the hardcore spot between the wall and one of my bookshelves has been empty for months.
That is, it was until a few days ago.
A brand-new daddy long-legs, Hardcore Henry III, has taken up residence there, and this spider has an attitude. He’s not mean per se, but he’s kind of…moody.
He has a tendency to spring out from his lair if someone so much as breathes on his web.
This is as close as I can safely get to Hardcore Henry III.
I’ve got to admit, I’m not too fond of this guy. The other Hardcore Henrys webbed their way into my heart by being unobtrusive spiders that may have assisted in decreasing the fly and mosquito population near my desk. But Hardcore Henry III is a tough as nails, take no shit, spit in your eye, and growl kind of guy.
And, as my earlier Life Update specified, I’m a tad on the arachnophobic side.
I don’t know what to do with Hardcore Henry III.
I’ve already named him, so I can’t just squash him.
So you see those books in the picture above, the ones with backwards titles since I took the photo selfie-style?
Yeah, it’s gonna be a while before I pick those up again.
What’s the natural life span of a daddy long-legs?