We just had to face the evidence of the existence of this monster coming from Australia, experiencing its voracity on this November morning in the Anglo-Saxon continent. The creature measured no less than 40 centimeters in diameter, and it galloped before our astonished eyes as reporters, who were accustomed to covering many war events with a much higher level of violence. And yet, our eyes couldn't help but contemplate the creature with its trunk so imposing given its status as a spider, better known as the Mygale Goliath or Bird-Eating Tarantula. An obviously hairy trunk decorated with legs which were articulated into four distinct parts stained with an orangeish color which, in a sense, would have taken us back in time to prehistory.

Yet the expertise didn't stop there, since it would seem that this pretty variegation had allowed the animal to now feast on an opossum, or Serigues for short, part of the family of marsupial mammals. Vulnerable little mouse that it was, it was now succumbing to the creature's deadly attacks, without further complaint with a single shrill cry. A little embarrassed, we had to pack up, an event awaiting us around Sydney, in the south-east of the continent. There was a time when I, as an ambitious and straight-talking young journalist, would have gibberished something about resilience, and blablabli and blablabla. But today, to close this little column, I will just say this little all-purpose and supposedly funny phrase: "A hearty meal, after all, is all we wish for these little creatures!"