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No Place To Build A Web
Posted on 2008.09.22 at 19:42
A beautiful, huge yellow-and-black spider surprised me on the way out the door this afternoon. Apparently, sometime during the day, she decided that the doorway was the perfect place to construct a classic orb web. At around knee level. So, as pretty as it and she was, I was halfway through the web before I saw it, and she was running for the wall. Which was practical.
After this major upheaval in her day, she decided to rest motionless on the doorjam, about six inches from the deadbolt. I knew she was harmless. Even so, she was positioned so I could see her quarter-inch fangs very clearly, so I was nervous about locking the door. It took me a few seconds, and a couple false starts-- very manly, I know-- but I put my hand next to her and locked the door. And hit her with a free-swinging key, which seemed rude. She wasn't hurt, though, and dealt with the whole ordeal with dignity and grace.
She was really awesome to look at, so I pulled out my phone and tried to take a picture. I never take pictures, but this seemed worth the effort. So I tried, and failed. My camera memory was full. Somehow, I took 200 pictures without knowing it. From the look of them, they are mostly of the inside of my pocket. So I learned how to delete pictures, and snapped one of her. Didn't do her justice.
On my way to "work"-- I was headed to a coffee shop to do some reading and writing for school-- a was followed a good ways by an older gentleman in a Cadillac, his head just barely peering over the steering wheel. I swear to God it was Cotton Hill! I didn't mess with him. I don't want to get head-butted in the groin.
After this major upheaval in her day, she decided to rest motionless on the doorjam, about six inches from the deadbolt. I knew she was harmless. Even so, she was positioned so I could see her quarter-inch fangs very clearly, so I was nervous about locking the door. It took me a few seconds, and a couple false starts-- very manly, I know-- but I put my hand next to her and locked the door. And hit her with a free-swinging key, which seemed rude. She wasn't hurt, though, and dealt with the whole ordeal with dignity and grace.
She was really awesome to look at, so I pulled out my phone and tried to take a picture. I never take pictures, but this seemed worth the effort. So I tried, and failed. My camera memory was full. Somehow, I took 200 pictures without knowing it. From the look of them, they are mostly of the inside of my pocket. So I learned how to delete pictures, and snapped one of her. Didn't do her justice.
On my way to "work"-- I was headed to a coffee shop to do some reading and writing for school-- a was followed a good ways by an older gentleman in a Cadillac, his head just barely peering over the steering wheel. I swear to God it was Cotton Hill! I didn't mess with him. I don't want to get head-butted in the groin.