This evening I went outside, camera in hand, to hopefully catch a picture of the squirrel currently violating my bird feeder. Obviously knowing I was around and ready to capture the moment, the squirrel went elsewhere tonight.
Well played, squirrel, well played.
While out in the backyard I noticed for the first time that the entire back of my house had been wrapped in spider webs.
OK, I am exaggerating. (I do that sometimes.) But a lot of area had been covered. It was actually quite pretty. The sun was setting and everything was all sparkly and iridescent.
But then I remembered these are spider webs. And I hate spiders. And the places where other little bugs were caught in the webs? Not so cute. That means the webs are coming down. (Look, spiders…stay in the woods and I’ll leave you alone. Deal? But come to my house and it’s on!
I’m actually pretty fascinated by spider webs. (As long as I’m looking at them, not walking through them, that is.) There is some master crafting going on there. And I’m pretty glad I’m not a spider-I don’t think I’d have the patience for web making. (Actually there are lots of reasons I’m glad I’m not a spider. But that one is right up there.) So out of respect, the spider webs get a one night reprieve.
Good night, spider. Good work. I’ll most likely kill you in the morning.