Deep in the mist-soaked forests of northern Ontario, legend whispers of the Giant Canadian Spiderbat—a monstrous hybrid said to have the leathery wings of a bat and the long, spindled limbs of a spider. Locals claim it emerges only on moonless nights, swooping silently over lakes before vanishing into abandoned mine shafts. Sightings date back to logging camps of the early 1900s, where men spoke of glowing red eyes and web-like strands found hanging from treetops the next morning. Whether a misunderstood creature of nature, a mutation born from uranium mines, or pure campfire myth, the Spiderbat endures as one of Canada’s eeriest pieces of wilderness folklore—an unholy fusion that blurs the line between fear and fascination.