I do love that story about Robert the Bruce, josepp. I can tell you now though, if a psychiatrist had a tarantula in a jar, there'd be a puff of smoke and I'd next be seen on my way to Aberdeen! Crawling up my arm??? I know for sure I'd be dead from heart failure. Even the very idea is making me shiver, UGH. (And yet the poor things ask only a bit of space on this earth to make a web and find a mate. I feel awful about it, but there it is...)