I usually don’t inspect a dish of grapes for animate occupants. But after this discovery I certainly shall.
Having eaten a small cluster of sweet black grapes, bought from a regional organic farm, I was about to select another bunch when I glimpsed hairiness where there ought only to be glossy fruitiness.
I blinked: was it hairy stems? But no, definitely hairy spider legs, as it emerged from the side of the bowl.
I hurried outside with the bowl and gently tipped it onto the verandah, where it posed for a minute. Another Huntsman, although not as bulbously brown as the big one on the rafters.
‘This is going too far!’ I admonished it, but it ignored me as it ambled over the edge.
I washed the grapes and remain vigilant.