Total nature show.

I can't think why I was surprised.  I know the rules as well as anyone.  Messy web, strong silk, near cement forming right angles.  That means black widow and I know that.  Still, she came as a shock last Monday, mostly because she is big enough for me to see as I ride up on my bike.  That seems excessive, don't you think?  I saw her eat a bee yesterday, which makes me mad, because I generally side with bees. 

I should kill her, I know.  If it were just me, I probably wouldn't.  But little boys visit me, so I shouldn't have a half-dollar size black widow on my front steps.  I find myself a little squeamish and squeaky, but she'll be gone before my nephews come here on Sunday.  Before then, hon, I want to take the chance to pander to blogland and guarantee us traffic forever.  My defunct old blog still gets traffic, which I look at every now and then.  Can I tell you?  Easily half the visits are from people looking for pictures of daring jumping spiders.  Yes.  I wrote heart-wrenching posts about feelings and thoughtful posts about policy and the occasional funny post, but what remains, what endures, is pictures of spiders.  So here she is.

Below the fold is nothing but three pictures of a large black widow.  If you click on it, that is what you will see.

That is what you see as you ride your bike up to my house. A widow large enough to notice from the sidewalk.

I would feel bad that there's litter in front of my house if cleaning it up didn't mean reaching through a black widow's web. She'd retreat, I'm sure, but I'm just not feeling aggro about picking that up.

Comments

[margie]

There's something strangely beautiful about pure evil.

[edubin]

Can she kill us all? Or is that just an old wive's tale?