I have to admit that I’m not the biggest fan of spiders. I’m not exactly afraid of them and I don’t go out of my way to kill them. We have a sort of Live And Let Live agreement, they go their way, I go mine.
It’s just that there’s something about their endless patience, that sitting, waiting approach that is just the wrong side of sinister. An eternal stillness broken by the idle stroke of a web strand from time to time. A pause in time, then BANG! A flurry of activity as some poor unfortunate is gathered in and neatly wrapped to be set aside for later. I suppose it’s an arachnid version of finishing off the cold pizza or takeaway the morning after.
Evolutionary horses for courses I suppose, or some behind the scenes intelligent design trying out something different.
Whichever, my little, eight legged back garden lodger was quite happy sunning himself in the rosebush and I was quite happy to leave him there.
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Tags: gardening, gardens, Nature, outdoors, photography, spider, spiders, wildflife
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