Readers’ wildlife photos

Thanks to the readers who have sent me photos in response to my plea. I still need other ones, though, so send in your good photos—and thanks!

Today’s photos come from Mark Sturtevant, who says, “The pictures tell a story that is only a tiny bit sad.” His narrative is indented:

 I have always been obsessed with insects and spiders, and while growing up I would often keep them as pets. Caterpillars and cockroaches (and snakes) were not allowed, by parental decree, but anything else was fair game. Somewhere around the age of 12-14 I had a pair of  ‘bold’ jumping spiders (Phidippus audax), male and female, and I knew from somewhere that their courtship and mating was interesting to watch. So I decided to place them near each other on my bed to see what might happen.

Upon seeing the female, the male immediately went into this remarkable leg-waving and palp-bobbing dance, and hesitatingly advanced toward the lady. The female also advanced toward the male. This was exciting! The male continued to dance and wave. The female continued to move toward the male (but was not waving back). The male started to back away. The female kept coming. The male turned to run … but the female… murdered him. I still feel badly about this appalling outcome.

It’s many decades later, and I have once again come into possession of a pair of bold jumpers. In the first two pictures I show the male (“I’m a lover, not a fighter”), and then the female (“She’s a maneater”). If I put these together, would history perhaps not repeat itself?

I wanted to try it out, but a more cautious approach seemed advisable! So I made a little box out of microscope cover slips, and put the female into it as a kind of ‘reverse shark cage’. She was first presented to the male this way to safely gauge her predisposition toward cannibalism. The next two pictures show the result. The male immediately approached, signaling his interest, and lo! The female waved back!

Following that, with heart thumping, I separated them and after a time the cage was removed so they were in the same space without any barrier. Again, the male approached, dancing away, and the female also waved back, as shown here.

Now it would be nice to next show explicit pictures of mating spiders at this point, but that is not how this experiment turned out. As shown in the last two pictures, each time the two were presented to each other, the female would ultimately turn and flee after a few moments. I tested this several times, over a few days, and this was always the result. I don’t know why, but perhaps her suitor was “wrong” somehow. These are somehow the saddest pictures I have taken. He always looks so dismayed! But at least he survived to dance another day.

If any readers know of appropriate French phrases for this sort of thing, perhaps they could share them.


  1. Ken Kukec
    Posted August 13, 2019 at 8:36 am | Permalink

    Cool story, man. There’s seems to be one song in particular that deserves to be on the soundtrack:

  2. Michael Fisher
    Posted August 13, 2019 at 10:57 am | Permalink

    Great spidey post. Thank you.

  3. Posted August 13, 2019 at 11:31 am | Permalink

    Your first Spider Dating/Counseling Service sounds successful. Tagline: No one eaten!

    Surely a good start.

    • Glenda Palmer
      Posted August 13, 2019 at 2:42 pm | Permalink

      😊😊😊 Thank you. G

  4. rickflick
    Posted August 13, 2019 at 1:16 pm | Permalink

    It’s interesting how people fasten onto a subject of obsession early on and stick with it. It’s great that happens! Look at all the nice imagery.

  5. Paul Matthews
    Posted August 13, 2019 at 3:05 pm | Permalink

    I always enjoy Mark’s wildlife-photo contributions, and this one was particularly good. I often imagine Mark engrossed in his “magic field” and think: I need one of those (in the broad sense): a place where I’m completely absorbed by what I’m doing and seeing! Maybe when life is a bit less busy (work, family, etc.)

  6. Mark R.
    Posted August 13, 2019 at 4:12 pm | Permalink

    Thanks for the unrequited spider-love story. I’m reminded of the scent of bitter almonds. 😑

  7. Diana MacPherson
    Posted August 13, 2019 at 4:25 pm | Permalink

    Spidey match making.

  8. eric
    Posted August 13, 2019 at 8:14 pm | Permalink

    if any readers know of appropriate French phrases for this sort of thing, perhaps they could share them.

    Well, if you’re a male spider, you might want to adopt this as your motto:

    Il vaut mieux être seul que mal accompagné.

    “Better to be alone than in bad company.”

    On the other hand, if you’re a female spider, you might wan to go with:

    Qui aime bien châtie bien.

    “She who loves well, punishes well.”

    (It can also be “he”, but for spiders, interpreting it as feminine is so much more appropriate.)

  9. dd
    Posted August 13, 2019 at 9:43 pm | Permalink

    How about my own altered phrase:

    “Pas de la petite morte.”

  10. Posted August 14, 2019 at 6:18 pm | Permalink

    Is it possible that the first encounter, with the glass barrier, spoiled the second? Maybe in the second encounter she was thinking “this guy acts just like that wimp from a few hours back that wouldn’t approach closely. So fuhgedaboudit.”

    • Diana MacPherson
      Posted August 14, 2019 at 8:18 pm | Permalink

      Maybe the barrier made a soft focus so the male looked more handsome. It was the equivalent to using a 10 year old Tinder profile pic.

  11. tjeales
    Posted August 14, 2019 at 6:32 pm | Permalink

    Excellent picture story Mark. I’m reminded of watching a video on youtube about filming the dances of Peacock Jumping Spiders. The person on the video said they now use dead, pinned females because of their proclivity to eat the males half way through the dance.

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