I’ve had the song Zombie by The Cranberries stuck in my head and because of this post about cranberries I’ve changed the line stuck in my head to this:

But you see, they’re on me, they are my employee
On my head, on my head, they are fleeing
With their fangs and their bogs, and their bogs, and their legs
On your head, on your head, they are crawling~

On your head, on your he-eaya-ed,
Spi-der, spi-der, spiiiders,
What’s on your head, on your head,
Spi-der, spi-der, spi-ehya-ehya-ehya-ehya-eyoh-

I think the spiders could be manageable with the right gear. Maybe something like the top half of a bee or a bug suit. If i couldn’t feel the spiders crawling on me and they can’t get on my neck or face i think i could get used to them chilling while i harvest.

Why don’t they put sone long planks leading up and out of the bog for a day or so before the harvesters go in? Give the spiders a time window to migrate to the shore…

I can confirm all of this. I know a guy whose uncle grows cranberries on the Oregon Coast, and he told me this exact story.

Ok, I’d be down, I fucking love wolf spiders. Happy workers day to them, indeed.

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