Samurai Spiders of Kajiki

Watch fighting arachnids in Aira City, Kagoshima

By Laura Keating   May 8, 2012 - 4 min read

It is not unnatural to assume that if you were to ask a panel of, say, fifty randomly selected volunteers of what they were most afraid, someone in the crowd would answer spiders. Just type “top ten fears” into any internet search engine, and nestled somewhere between enclosed spaces, public speaking, and death is usually arachnophobia.

To these people I suggest avoiding Kajiki, a town in Aira city, Kagoshima, around June. There, the townsfolk happily partake in a tradition which reaches back over four-hundred years; the original Pokémon, the Kumo Gassen.

Kumo Gassen, directly translated, means Spider Battles.

‘So, do they just throw some spiders in a box and make them fight to the death?’ my sister asked as I researched the town I would be living in for the next two years, obviously seeing the word “battles” and, like me, fancifully thinking of a war-like scene in which tiny armies race at each other. ‘That’s kind of sick, isn’t it?’

‘I think that there is a little more to it than that,’ I replied, a touch hopefully.

Thankfully, there was and is.

The spiders, Argiope amoena, are large, purple and yellow, and look capable of scaring any muffet off her tuffet. The contenders are raised and trained in the homes of the owners, and are affectionately known as Samurai Spiders. Some sources indicate that they are free to roam around the owners’ dwellings, although I never met a family who allowed this, even if the children and adults alike were very fond of their pets. Fighting two at a time in a round robin style tournament, the last spider standing is the winner.

‘But they don’t kill each other, do they?’ I asked my friend, Takuro, who was helping moderate the event, two springs after my initial research (the event had been cancelled my first year, over fear of the spread of swine flu).

‘Oh, no,’ he assured me.

‘Do they get hurt?’

He was thoughtful. ‘No,’ he decided at last. ‘They bite, but the referee stops them before they hurt each other.’

There were many of these sharp-eyed refs sitting around the crowded gymnasium. Raised on small platforms with long sticks held horizontally before them, they watched the tiny and rapid fights closely and judge who bit first (the first method of winning), who wrapped who in a web (second), or, when both have dropped down on threads to fight, who snipped who’s line (third). Some fights are easier to call than others. If the spiders get too aggressive, or if, conversely, they are just not that into fighting, the referees use their hands to either separate, or coax the spiders into action. The separating especially looked downright fool-hardy when first witnessed; the amount of money needed to persuade me to stick my hand between two, large, fighting spiders would have to be very large indeed. As far as I could tell all of the referees were acting on a volunteer basis, and looked no more concerned than men handling caterpillars.

But the refs were almost nothing compared to the owners, about half of them children, and how fearlessly they handled their spiders, lovingly even. One group of eager boys demonstrated how harmless the spiders were by taking them out and allowing the creatures to walk up their arms, over their necks, onto their faces, and even right up over their eyes onto their heads. Needless to say, my friends and I were impressed.

‘So you like spiders?’ I asked one boy with a spider on his face in my halting Japanese. He nodded avidly.

‘Oh, yes! I love them!’ He offered his pet for me to hold. I declined, but my friend accepted.

At the end of the day we left satisfied, and for my part with a new-found appreciation for the little creatures, certainly not the feeling I was expecting to get from a fighting venue. But really, how often do things in Japan turn out exactly as you expected?

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Laura Keating

Laura Keating @Laura Keating

Laura Keating spends most of her time writing, and over-caffeinating herself, usually at the same time. She has traveled extensively around Asia (including a two year stay in southern Japan), Central Asia, and Europe. She is in the process of moving to Toronto, and will spend her time divided between there and Syracuse, New York, for the foreseeable future.

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I grew up with this as a past time among us boys. I don't recall that we treated our spiders "lovingly" but they were prized possessions. This is an interesting article indeed, never thought Japan would have this!
Kim B 3 weeks ago
Oh gosh - this had me squirming! The spider on the face...yikes!
Tyra 'nell Pille-Lu 5 years ago
This is indeed interesting. I grew up with my male cousins playing with spiders and making them fight brutally until one got knock-out; the one with the winning spider will have the knocked-out spider as his prize.
I never imagined there is such a formal spider fight like this here. It's kind'a amusing, but I think it's better because this is less morbid than what I got used to in my childhood days.