|Three graceful webs|
It’s Spider Season in Seattle! I understand that many folks are not as thrilled about spider season as I am, but every year, I'm happy to see it coming. For one thing, it means that autumn is approaching, and for another thing, it means lovely spiders. I am not sure when my relationship with spiders began to warm, but I do recall, once when I was about six, waking up screaming. My parents came rushing into my dark bedroom to comfort me, and I told them that there was a huge spider on my ceiling. They said this could not be, but turned on the light to show me, and --- there she was! Staring down at me, smirking. Sad now to say, I am sure that my father dispatched her quickly. The wonder was, how I knew she was there. It was a little family mystery. Another time, when I still a child, but a much bigger one, as I was reading in my bedroom, I heard shrieking from the living room. This time, I hurried in to save my mother and found her leaping about, tearing off her clothes. She said that as she was vacuuming, a huge spider had scuttled down his web from the ceiling and dropped down the back of her blouse. We never found the poor spider, who must have run off in a fright, but I think this may be when my attitude towards spiders began to turn. One of my happy memories is the walks my friend Denise and I used to take every Thursday, around the Chico Sewer Pond, keeping track of the birds who stopped by. Early in the autumn, we would marvel as clouds of gossamer floated by with their cargo of spiderings bound for new homes away from their mums.
Since ancient times, spiders have been good luck, and killing one will surely bring misfortune of some sort. For those who don’t relish sharing their personal space with a spider, it is advised that the little arachnid be gently carried outside and released. However, a spider in the house also means far, far fewer mosquitoes, flies, and other noisome insects. So on many counts, it is best to leave them be.
My friend Martha had much better luck with her spider web picture, seen here. Or maybe she was just less of a slugabed and got up before the dew had all evaporated.
|This little fellow seems to be an amputee.|