Rrabobi!

Some of you may remember Millie, a large rain spider that Joe discovered in our house when he first moved in (a couple of weeks before I came to South Africa). If not, you can read a short post about her here.

I’ve got nothing against spiders, but I’d rather not run into a salad-plate-sized arachnid on my way to the bathroom at 3:00 a.m. (That prospect actually terrifies me so much that I sometimes lie in bed and hold it until morning.) So I was glad when Millie vanished before my arrival and never showed up inside again. I did spot her outside on the drainpipe once – scroll to the bottom of this post for a pic.

Last night, Joe was closing the curtains in the living room and burst joyfully into song. “RAH-boo-BEE! RAH-boo-BEE!” he sang, bouncing up and down, to the tune of the Spiderman theme song. Here’s what prompted the outburst:

A rrabobi spotted inside the [Lucky 5 Star](/2010/08/16/welcome-to-the-lucky-5-star/ "Welcome to the Lucky 5 Star") last night. "Rrabobi" is a seTswana term for spider. Photo courtesy of Joe. (There isn’t a chance in hell that I’ll voluntarily get this close to a rain spider. Not even for the blog.)

I don’t think this rrabobi is Millie, as Joe says s/he is larger than Millie was. Fantastic! I didn’t venture close enough to make an accurate comparison.

In the 1980s there was a South African version of the Spiderman show*,* called Rabobi (sic), which aired on network TV. It seems that most South African boys in our generation grew up watching this TV show. I found a YouTube video about Rabobi, which I imagine my South African readers will enjoy.

Warning: If you click the link below you’ll be singing Rabobi for the rest of today, and maybe tomorrow too. This is actually a more recent rendition of the theme song by a band called Slug of War.

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I begged Joe to put Rrabobi outside, but he refused. Instead he stood on a chair and spent 20 minutes photographing Rrabobi, who had since crawled up the curtain to where the wall meets the ceiling. Poor Rrabobi – I think the lens frightened him. I cowered on the other side of the room.

Rrabobi was about an inch from the camera lens. It almost looks as if he’s motioning for Joe to step away. (Photo courtesy of Joe.)

I must admit that I love the word rrabobi almost as much as I love Wonderboom.

I tiptoed out of the bedroom this morning and crept as close as I dared to the area where Rrabobi was resting last night. Nothing.

I suspect this isn’t the last we’ve seen of Rrabobi.