Some may say that these stories are incredibly fanciful and very ridiculous, but please don't accuse ME of lying. I simply collect these stories, I do not claim any of them to be true.
Mysterious New Zealand Giant Crabs and Huge Spiders
My Grandad on my fathers side lived in a small seaside town as a child called Tustin, now a long forgotten ghost town. Whenever I visited his house, until he passed away when I was 13, he told me of the enormous crabs that came every year onto the land and into the town and of the huge 'Hole Spiders' that inhabited the little forested area next to the town. Eventually, over time, the town was emptied of people for various reasons, and is now a ghost town, with only a few empty buildings still remaining. My Grandfather left after finishing high school, to pursue his career in Wellington, long before Tustin became a ghost town. He never got to go back one day, although he sometimes expressed that he would like to a lot.
My Grandfather was a rational, no nonsense man. I believe his stories were true, probably quite exaggeratted, but my grandad would want everyone to make up their own mind, so I'm retelling his stories here as Episode 2 of Mysterious New Zealand.
The Giant Crabs
Every Janurary 6th, for about a week, huge crabs would crawl out of the ocean and swarm the town, an event which became an annual celebration in Tustin. The Crabs bodies (excluding legs) were typically about the size of a dinner plate, but the big ones reached sizes around a metre or two across, with legs almost a metre long. There weren't as many big ones as there were smaller ones, but that isn't at all to say they were rare. Hundreds of the crabs, big and small would simply crawl out the water, scuttle around the beach and even in the town, somtimes crawling into lakes or ponds, then over a weeks time each crab would eventually crawl back into the sea, until none were left on the land and they were gone for the year.
My Grandad claimed to remember vividly how every Janurary, the local newsletter would have on the front a picture of an attractive sunbather posing next to a particularly large crab, with a wowed expression on her face. Every year there were always the jokers who would put the crabs into toilets or smash them for fun. One year, when he was 11 or so he said, a good friend told him that he had one of the big ones living in the pond in his garden. He said his sister had been dipping her fingers in and playing with the goldfish, when a huge crab emergeged and nearly bit her. He said it must have crawled in there that Janurary and gotten stuck. He invited his friends to come have a look, and when they got there his whole family were staring into the pond, occasionally pointing and saying "I think I just saw somthing!" The boy and his friends heaved rocks into the water, and suddenly the crab crawled out, scuttling madly around the lawn, terrifying everyone until his mother caught it in a bag and put it on the beach, where it abruptly ran into the sea.
I always asked my grandfather why somthing as incredible as collosal crabs was treated as ordinary and why no one ever thought to have a specimen identified by taking it to a muesum or a biologist. He said the crabs were just somthing that happened, no one ever thought differently about it. The crabs came once a year, and that was that. He told me it was just assumed that they had "some scientific name or somthing" but to the town it they were just the giant crabs that came every summer.
My Grandather always told the crab story with sadness. The story had a tragic ending that was quite hard hitting for me when I was a kid. When my Grandfather was in his first year at high school, a big new road was built that went through Tustin. A much larger town was started only a few miles south of Tustin on the coastline, and on its beach a large factory was built, spewing pollution into the water, transforming it in only about a month from clear blue to a murky greenish brown.
That Janurary, not a single crab came out of the sea. They didn't come the next year either, in fact, the crabs were never once seen again. Eventually they were forgotten entirely, except in the memories of those who had been alive to see them.
The Giant 'Hole Spiders'
In the small forest next to my grandads childhood town there were the rare, but well-known 'Hole Spiders', spoken of in scary stories and local legends as very dangerous monsters, snatching anyone who went into the forest and devouring them, spitting out their skulls. However in reality, my grandfather claimed, they were very timid and barely ever took anything larger than a rat, and only occasionally took larger animals like cats or dogs. However when they did, it became the most talked about thing for a day or two in the town, and sometimes people would go into the orest and burn their holes.
According to my grandad the Hole Spiders resembled tarantulas with the same sized body as a Tarantula, but had abnormally long legs, stretching out around 80 centimetres. My grandad said that having a little body and long legs was their 'loophole' in natures rules. He said the spiders can't be that big, but that the hole spiders managed to be due to the 'loophole'.
He never talked much about them, he said that mostly they were just an urban myth, and that the real spiders were shy and docile, so he just left them alone.
He did, however, tell the story about the time he and his friend from school burnt some of the hole spiders after his friends cat was dragged into the hole of one and eaten. He said they set fire to three holes that seemed to be empty, but the fourth had a spider inside, which writhed frantically in the flames until it shrivelled up and died. My grandad said he felt terrible and told his friend he was leaving. Although the friend complained, he followed.
I asked what happened to the spiders, and he told me that the year he left Tustin he sat in the forest reading a book for a while, and he saw one crawl out of its hole. An old friend from Tustin (Before, of course, it became a ghost town) with whom he met up with often to play golf said that the forest had grown a lot larger since they had last been in Tustin and that as far as he knew the hole spiders were fine, with a slightly larger population probably, and are still scurrying around, or waiting in their holes right now.
My Grandfather sadly passed away in 2006. He always said that his stories were true and that he never thought anyone would even think differently. Maybe they were just stories, made up to entertain me as a child, or maybe he was simply lying, but I'd like to think that one day I will go to Tustin, and who knows, maybe the water is clear again and the crabs happily scuttle onto land every summer and the spiders are still in the forest, catching the odd mouse or bird...
In Episode 3 of Mysterious New Zealand: Should we be scared of a lot more than sharks in our waters this summer?


