WARNING: This post contains actual pictures of a (pretty) spider! Ordinarily I would be clicking away at this point so I understand if you leave and come back tomorrow. We've all been buzzing about Fall and all the amazing things it ushers into our lives. I'd like to take a moment to discuss the less appealing creatures the cool air sets in motion.
I have a mild case of arachnophobia. Sort of mild. Screaming and running sort of mild. Frozen with fear heebie jeebie sort of mild. However, there seems to be one exception- the garden spider. One has moved into the bush beside my back deck and I was so excited to see her. Yes, excited. No screaming, no running, no cold chills up my spine. Now, this is all contingent upon her staying in her web and me staying perched 5 feet away with my zoom lens. There are conditions. We have an agreement.
Here she is. Her name is Charlotte. Come on people, what else do you name a spider?
I hesitate to say that she is actually quite pretty. I remember in elementary school watching one all Fall in her beautiful orb web in the window of our den, right over our air conditioner. Ironically, her name was Charlotte as well. However, I also remember the big brown ones that scurried through the house starting in September. Mom said she saw one the other night so big she thought it was a mouse. Shiver. Chills. Heebie. Jeebie.
I do not hesitate to tell you that the longer I spend on this post and look at the picture above the more the heebie jeebies are setting in. Okay. I am scaring myself now. Nice Charlotte.
This post is dedicated to all the hard working, creepy crawly, bug eating spiders out there. Out there. Outside. You don't bother me and I won't bother you.
Have you made it this far?