Once again, I almost met a spider face to face the other morning. Yes, I tore the web down with a stick. I don’t mind if she builds one over the compost pile to pick up as many flies as she wants, or on the garage wall by the picnic table and feast on the ample supply of mosquitoes. Just not next to the light switch that I need each morning when I go outside, thank you very much!
So hello to the spider on her web (I say “her”, for those of us who may remember either Charlotte or Shelob), and as slight as it might seem, the gossamer tensile strength of the web is formidable, yet it undulates with the Continue reading “Good morning, Shelob”