Last night as I closed the blinds on our patio door I saw a
larger than usual spider spinning its way down,
loop across in a grand scheme to cover the whole space in front of the door
though thankfully outside it. Was the
spider a dangerous one? A Black Widow? Turn on the outside light. No,
that made it harder to see so we grabbed flashlights to check the spinner’s
color and markings. Whew! Just a bug eater and there are plenty for its “plate”
but we didn’t particularly want to forget the web was there in the morning and
wander into it. Shudder. A pink Post It
flag on the door should do it.
Morning came and my husband opened the blinds. No spider. No web.
Rain had come in the night and “washed the spider out.” However,
our neighborhood hummingbird was ready for breakfast.
“He stuck his nose into every one of your flowers. Then he came to the window—I was nose to nose
with him; he thought the pink note was a flower!” My husband.
“He’s liable to break his nose if he goes after that flower.” Me.
We started with a spider and ended with a hummingbird…one
thing spins into another.
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