Apart from the redbacks in tassy..in a paddock freshly harvested, bags of grain still on the ground, or bales of hay..lucerne or otherwise, with the afore mentioned redbacks scurrying around in the aftermath..
And who would befriend a redback?
Nah, not this little black duck. The other more notable spiders in tassie..were the ..what we call tarantulas. Not that they were..apparently Huntsman were..more or less..the correct designation. These could give you a bite..but you had to annoy them sufficiently in the first instance. No venom in them..but just bugs and such, associated with unclean fangs. They loved sheltering under the bark of ..all sorts of dead trees..so, consequently, when said dead tree was carted in for firewood, these spiders came with them. When firewood was brought into the lounge room, prepatory to  being added to the fire, these spiders often decided that a fire was no place for a self respecting spider to be, so, consequently, there were lots of..moments, particularly with young ladies who got skittish with the idea of Being In The Same Room ..as a huntsman spider. I did get used to the sound..aaaargh! Biiiill! Its coming to get me..or somesuch. There was an instance, in the loungeroom, when a spider was duly noted…it had to be, because nothing else inside would inspire the sheer terror that these critters produced. I couldn’t see the darn thing, try as I might. We settled down, but weren’t happy..then we got frightened again..aha! its gotta be moving..so you stare into the distance, and watch for things moving..and here it was. Coming straight towards us, on the floor. Not your average huntsman.. which was getting to be ..5 or 6 inches across..more like a tiny version. A young’un. Two inches across, and most of that was legs…darn thing would run, then stop. Not in any other direction but ours…big sigh.
Honeybun, is not friend of spiders either. I usually manage to cart them off Out Of The Way, and preferably over the back fence. Any spider in the environs is fair game..and theres never a shortage of them. The golden orb spiders havent ventured inside the fence so far, and that very wise of them.
Tanderra street address..we had Gloria. She only had seven legs..and thus was deserving of sympathy…but she survived.

Gloria in her heyday

Amazing, I know. She lobbed out the front..her web stretched a good 15 foot..from the ground up into a tree. Common sense prevailed, or maybe it was the communicated intention to Do Darstadly Things to afore mentioned spider..but she got moved out of the way. Up into the lilly pillies , and out of harms way. Then, she disappeared, and a tweetybird sized hole appeared in her web. Ah well! A month or so later, the self same spider appeared in the other side of the house, under the shelter of the veranda. Gee! thought she was history! She got moved again…

Golden Orb spiders.
First come to my attention in Beacon, WA.
These creatures actually have a gold coloured web..hence the name, I guess, of Golden Orb spiders.
The first..was at the school. One had spun its web across the main access to the school, across the pathway..whilst the little darlings were on break. Was a beauty, whats more..but you couldn’t leave it there, ..well, I couldn’t, on account of you’d have to bend double to get through…hmm, he says, I wonder how one of those signs, with the red mesh warning barricades would have gone down? I imagine it would have earned not a few comments, and myself somewhat of a reputation, with name complete. Spider man or some such. Anyway, that wasn’t thought of at the time, and said spider was removed..with the aid of a stick, gently, and put in a more school-friendly-spot. Over the back, well out of the way.
These spiders don’t rear up on the hind legs, like a poisonous type critter does. Which earns them points, in my estimation. The next one ..was probably the same one, who/which had decided that my chosen-for-her-location wasn’t suitable, so she moved..back into the school, over the top of an outdoor seat, but far enough height-wise, not to incur the gardeners displeasure. Still wasn’t ideal, but..you’d have to be blind freddie not to spot her. I took a punt, and left her there. nothing out of the ordinary happened, the powers-that-be weren’t notified..and everyone got on with it. Until…one day she wasn’t there. Oops..well, a bird or somesuch, maybe. Mr Shaw, did you kill that spider that was around the front?..Ah! So, the young missy had a few fans at school, apart from my verygoodself.
Mate Ade also had a penchant for spiders..he was into metal recycling, and had scored a shed, out almost on the back fence.

The back of which was A No Go Area. The webs in there needed to be seen to be believed.

They’d come and go..we surmised looking for a mate, then re-appearing in their old spot. Here and there, a huge spider would get a fair bit smaller..careful inspection would invariably show an egg sac, hidden away out of sight. Later on, we had myriads of these critters moving out…the tiny version, thank goodness.