She may have luscious legs and a voluptuous thorax, but you wouldn’t want to find this creepy-crawly in your bed! But enough about my companion, Bigella – we’re here to talk about Giant Spider, who lives in St George, Utah.
Seventeen-feet tall and weighing a little over a ton, Giant Spider lives, quite appropriately, out the front of Morgan Pest Control on leafy South Hilton Drive.
You can find their web-site right here – teehee!
Deveren Farley built the amazing arachnid for the town’s Art Around the Corner festival in 2018. She took up residence in the main street of town, where her galvanised steel limbs and number plate-encrusted torso tantalised and terrified in equal measure.
“I thought, honestly, how funny would it be to do a giant spider and see if people were scared by it or not,” Dev cackled when his masterpiece was unveiled to a skittish public.
The good people of St George obviously don’t suffer from arachnophobia, because two local businesses put in bids for Giant Spider when the festival finished.
Morgan Pest Control won out, and the grand old dame trotted off to her new home.
“It’s an iconic thing for St. George and we’re tickled to keep it here,” Dave Kipp, owner of the exterminator service, cheered. “Utah license plates all over the head, the stop sign under the belly for the black widow, it’s just perfect.”
But what happened to the poor folks who missed out? Kind-hearted Dev built a second giant spider, which was erected an itsy-bitsy drive down the road at The Fiesta Fun Center.
The owner was very happy to receive the enormous arthropod. In fact, you might say she was be-spider self!
Spider-Bigs, Spider-Bigs,
Do whatever Spider-Bigs do
Can they swing from a web?
No, they can’t, they’re just big,
Look out, they’re Spider-Bigs!
Giant spiders scurry all over the Land of the Bigs, and you arach-need to visit them every single one of them!
Swagger up to Seattle to see The Big Spider. A bizarre Wolkswagen/Spider hybrid is driving the residents of Palm Springs wild. Kansas City, Missouri might need to be renamed Kansas City, Miss-ew-there’s-a-huge-spider because, well, there is one.
Is a praying mantis a spider? Probably not, but there’s a colossal one of those in Las Vegas.
The Gonzo is a wee bit spider-y, so pay him a visit in nearby Moab.
“My spidey senses are tingling!” I giggled, gyrating in front of Bigella. “You want to visit them all, don’t you?”
My comrade shifted her gaze from moi, to Giant Spider, and back to moi. Tears pricked at her eyes and, for a moment, I worried she didn’t share my fondness for oversized arachnids.
If she didn’t, could I ever face her again?
“Oh Bigs, I’m totally web-sessed with big spiders,” she finally gasped, weeble-wobbling around like a tarantula, before scooting up a nearby wall to expunge an egg sack. “Let’s head to Urana, Australia, where there’s a funnel web of enormous proportions.”
“It’s only 15,000 kilometres away,” I shrugged, cocooning a fly in silk.
And with that, we released plumes of gossamer threads into the warm Utah air, and allowed the prevailing winds to carry us across the world, where novelty spiders innumerable awaited our arrival.
