The huntsmen that prowl on the surface of large trees tend to be rather less dully-patterned than those found on walls, although there are always exceptions. With sprawled legs that evoke thoughts of soft and shuddery sensations on naked skin, these large spiders navigate the circumference of buttressed trunks to silence the songs of cicadas and katydids. Faced with threats of a higher order, they sidestep frontal approaches with lighting dashes that frustrate seekers with fewer and less fleet feet. This huntress, however, was stunned to stony stillness by the awkward sight of my duck attempting to freeze her features while standing on tip-toe. Perhaps she was hoping for a scene of unbalanced tumbling followed by the lamentable squeals of a bird made lame.