COVER STORY | IN THE NEWS | STAGE MATTERS | ARTBEAT
TALK OF THE TABLE | THE HUM | CALENDAR
September 7, 2006
Who bit Wrigley?
Dunno, but it sure wasn't a recluse or a hobo
story & photo by HEIDI WALTERS
CAUTION: This story is
about spiders. And a severely annoyed scientist. If you, or anyone
in your family (like, for instance, Mom) has an extreme phobia
of spiders (or annoyed scientists), DO NOT READ THIS.
OK. Our tale begins
in the idyllic, tidy, beautifully landscaped Eureka backyard
of Wrigley the blond pit bull terrier, where, on a recent waning
summer afternoon, the sun shone and butterflies danced and Wrigley
lounged at the feet of her male person, Rick Werner. Werner was
talking about her, and she knew it. Her head drooped and her
golden eyes -- woeful, watchful -- occasionally glanced sideways
at the listening reporter. Maybe she even knew what he was talking
about: the terrible
day something bit her and she swelled up and almost died.
"It was June 17 -- the official day -- and
she was out in the backyard," Werner, a sunny though skeptical
fellow, recalled. "She was probably outside 15 or 20 minutes
by herself -- she's an inside dog, primarily -- and then she
came in limping. And she had a previous injury, so I thought
it had gotten worse. She jumped up on the couch, and that's where
she stayed till the next morning. She was in pain, she was panting,
she was unhappy."
The next morning Werner took her to the vet. The
vet said it wasn't the old leg injury; maybe she'd cracked a
rib playing too hard.
A butterfly wove through the air over Wrigley's
head as Werner talked. She lifted her head, ears perked up. Then
she drooped again.
Left: Rick Werner lifts Wrigley to show off
her wound.
"That night, she swelled up," Werner
said. "It was just horrible, sacks of fluid just hanging
from her sides, and her neck and chest swelled -- horrible, horrible."
And she itched.
On the second visit, the vet shaved Wrigley's tender
side and identified what appeared to be a puncture wound. "Oh,
I hope it's not a brown recluse bite," the vet told Werner.
And Werner replied, "Oh, no, there are no brown recluse
spiders here." In fact, the next day, Werner -- who for
years has been telling his friends that there are no brown recluse
spiders in California -- brought the vet some articles on brown
recluse spiders written by one of the country's premier arachnologists,
UC-Riverside researcher Rick Vetter. Vetter's research attacks
the myths that surround the range of brown recluse spiders.
In any case, the vet determined Wrigley had been
envenomated by something, and he treated her accordingly. The
swelling went down. But, meanwhile, Wrigley's wound, which turned
out to be on her belly, became necrotic. The flesh around it
died and blackened. "I was freaking out," Werner said.
"I'm doubting my own info, thinking this is my punishment
for telling friends there's no brown recluses here."
Then a friend told him, maybe it was a hobo spider
-- there'd been reports from medical professionals in the area
about hobo spider bites. Werner began reading about hobo spiders
and decided maybe that was it. He contacted Vetter. And Vetter
-- whose recent research shows that even if hobo spiders do occur
in our region, they probably aren't that toxic -- told Werner
to send him specimens. Werner captured a potential hobo
in a Coca Cola glass as it scuttled across his living room floor,
shot some close-ups of it and e-mailed the photos to Vetter.
"And he said, 'Nope, that's an immature male false black
widow.' What I concluded was, there's a million different spiders
that look like hobos, but there's only about four or five that
live in funnel webs [like hobos]."
Sigh. The upshot is, nobody really knows what bit
poor Wrigley -- who's healing nicely now. But the mystery plagues
Werner. "I just wish I had an educated theory," he
said. "It's driving me crazy, not knowing. I'm still in
the yard, with my dog, and [the ordeal] cost me $1,000."
Werner's even more intrigued now by the notion
of toxic spiders. Vetter told him about his brown recluse challenges,
where he has people in places where the brown recluse is known
not to occur send in spiders they claim are brown recluses (Loxosceles
reclusa). The latest challenge was in Redding, Calif., this
summer, where a journalist had people send spiders they thought
were brown recluses to the county vector control office. That
office sent them to Vetter for identification. None of the 14
spiders collected were recluses. In a previous, nationwide challenge,
Vetter received 1,773 suspected brown recluses from people in
49 states. "From 25 of 29 states completely or almost completely
outside of the range of Loxosceles spiders, no [actual]
recluse spiders were submitted," wrote Vetter in his report.
A third of the specimens sent in were from paranoid Californians.
Vetter's conclusion: Lots of people living in no-brown-recluse
land say they've been bit by a brown recluse, but nobody can
ever produce an actual brown recluse. Brown recluses have been
documented -- by the thousands, sometimes in one little room,
and with nary a person ever being bit -- mostly in the southeastern
and lower Midwest states. Some, known as desert recluses, live
in the Southwest (and we're not talking about Art Bell here,
people.)
"I asked him if he'd be interested in getting
a challenge going here [in Humboldt County], for brown recluses
and hobo spiders," Werner said.
Turns out, Vetter is not so interested in getting
a spider challenge going here. It's not that he doesn't care
-- he's just a little, um, annoyed at this point. The problem
is, people always want to argue with him after he tells them
their spider isn't a recluse or a hobo. "I'm really tired
of stupid e-mails from people," Vetter said last week, speaking
on the telephone from inside his lab at UC-Riverside. "I
really don't want people contacting me telling me I'm wrong.
There are reasons we're called experts. The vector control guy
knows enough to know he can't identify spiders. And yet the common
person thinks they know more than the experts."
Maybe it's just mission fatigue. For more than
a decade, Vetter has been trying to get people to stop jumping
to the brown recluse conclusion.
"The biggest problem is what I call the Holy
Trinity," Vetter said. "Doctors misdiagnose a condition
as a brown recluse bite, then the media reports it, and then
the public spreads it further." And along comes Vetter,
trying to shred this web of mythology. "It's like going
to a meeting of the Flat Earth Society with a globe."
But medical professionals slowly are beginning
to listen to him. Which is important.
"People always say I'm defending the spider
-- and that's wrong," he said. "The biggest problem
is, doctors are misdiagnosing potentially deadly conditions as
spider bites. One of the biggest things is Lyme's Disease that's
been misdiagnosed as a brown recluse bite. If you see a necrotic
wound [on a victim living in an area where there are no brown
recluses], it more likely could be a rare expression of Lyme's
Disease." And that disease, if undiagnosed, can lead to
life-threatening complications.
Back in Eureka, at the Myrtle Avenue Veterinary
Hospital where Wrigley was treated, Dr. Jeff Kelley-Day (who
was not on duty during Wrigley's ordeal) said his office is now
less inclined to blame brown recluses for nasty bites. Regardless,
for any "target lesion" the treatment is the same:
anti-inflammatories and antibiotics. As for determining the actual
culprit, that's difficult. The things are never attached to the
animal by the time it gets to the vet.
Besides, Vetter says it's not easy for the common
person, or even a vet, to identify a spider. "People try
to identify a spider by coloration, and this is one of the least
useful traits that arachnologists use to identify spiders,"
he said. "We look at hairs, the orientation of hairs, and
eye patterns -- microscopic features. You've got to know a lot
to identify spiders." That said -- and his dread of stupid
e-mails aside -- Vetter says he would like to know more about
potential hobo spiders in our area.
Werner's game for helping him out. He's identified
two promising funnel webs -- one behind the red hot tub next
to his house, the other inside one of his canvas gardening shoes
on the porch. He e-mailed Vetter, asking him how to capture the
funnel spiders. Vetter replied:
"Be careful. Be lightning quick. Pull a wing
off a fly, drop it in his funnel web. The spider runs out to
get the fly, and you put a piece of cardboard in front of the
funnel so it can't run back in."
"But then what?" said Werner, laughing.
"He didn't tell me what to do next! So, I need more information."
Well, everyone always needs more information. And
there's plenty of that to go around, at least about brown recluses,
hobos and the silly things people believe. Check out spiders.ucr.edu, and go from there.
TOP
COVER STORY | IN THE NEWS | STAGE MATTERS | ARTBEAT
TALK OF THE TABLE | THE HUM | CALENDAR
Comments? Write
a letter!
© Copyright 2006, North Coast Journal,
Inc.
|