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"I am going to leave western Australia without ever seeing a big red back spider!"

I holler to Henley, who is sipping tea on the veranda.
Come out here, he says.

Above us are SIX red backs – SIX poisonous big red back spiders, hanging over our heads on the carport.
Later, my friend calls from Kalgoorlie to see what Im doing.

I tell him I am sitting under six red backs talking to him, barefoot, looking up and having a look, then I'll go back inside.

"What is wrong with you f-ing Americans!?!! They are poisonous! Poisonous! What the feck."