We are living in hawthorne’ and i am around five or six years old. There was a vacant lot across the street from our house, and in the lot lived trapdoor spiders, and my sister dorothy and i would seek out there trapdoor and capture them in a unique way. There door was in the shape of a half moon, about half the size of a silver dollar. The spider has the same shape as a black widow, but much larger. There body is completely black, the sac is about the size of a playing marble, very vicious looking. The tools we used to capture them is a nail and a jar of water. When you find it’s door you saturate it with water, and you gently pry the door open, now you are looking down a hole about circumference of a quarter with the wall shining with a glossy webbed material that covered the tube completely. The tube curved at the bottom and went back about another six inches. Now you pour the water down the shaft and after it is saturated completely you begin slowly twisting the the door and as you twist trapdoor the casing on the shaft begins coming off. After twisting for several minutes the webbing goes all the way to the bottom trapping the spider in it’s own web. You release the spiders in a jar and go to the next door you find. After you tire out you take you’re prized catch home and decide what you’re going to do with them. I being a boy with testosterone running through my body did the only thing that our d n a programmed us to do i burned them alive over a fire i would make in our field next-door. I watched them dance on a sheet of metal. Hey that’s what boys are. I don’t know why i am even telling this story it’s just something that i remember.