I was turning the soil in my garden, and this great big spider fell out of a clump of leaves. I didn’t want to kill it, because I am a gentleman, so I scooted it onto the shovel to transport it somewhere safer. It didn’t want to get onto the shovel, so I had to poke its giant, blobby abdomen with the tip of my finger. The butt sack of this spider might be the same size and shape of a human pinky, but it felt totally different: warm, soft, fuzzy, and slightly gelatinous.
I took its picture as it scurried into the grass. According to the internet, it might be a sort of trapdoor spider. Which means, at this very moment, it’s hiding in a little hole beneath my yard, waiting for my soft pinky toe to get a little too close.