In the autumn "spider months," eight-leggeds seek shelter from winter storms in our homes. They make quiet roommates, but require gentle handling if we're too creeped out to allow them in our beds.
Wonderful poems. I have gently relocated many bugs and spiders that think my house is theirs. Amazing creatures that deserve better than a squish under an uncaring shoe.
So true. I have had my mishaps with spiders, though. One sleepy morning still in bed, I felt a rather large spider repelling onto my head. I kept very still as I slipped my hand over my face. The spider then stepped over my hand ... poor thing ... and I swiped it away. It went thud against the wall and fell in a heap on the floor. When I looked at it, one leg was missing and another curled in an odd angle. How do you wrap a cast around a spider's leg? Anyway, I took the unfortunate innocent beast out to the balcony and left it there to "heal." I've hears spider regenerate lost legs. That a handy capacity to have, I must say.
Okay... these officially gave me the creeps. Beautifully, sensitively written, yet the photographs alone made me shiver. I so admire your ability to approach, to touch spiders. The thought of losing a few baby spiders in my bed covers fills me with panic. I am a hopeless arachnophobe for no logical reason whatsoever. I wrote about arachnids in February and you commented...
Shortly after moving to Santa Cruz, I realized I'd have to get used to the "neighbors" or go back home to Daddy. Here's a story I don't think I included (there are a constant stream). One morning as I lay in bed, enjoying the sunlight filtering through the curtains, I felt something light upon my head. It didn't drop or plop hard, just kind of settled gently. Oh Oh! So I lay still and waited to see what would happen. In seconds, a shadowy figure about three inches cross slid down over my face. (I was amazed at my composure. How's yours right now?) When it flattened on the bed in front of my face, I slid my hand down and brushed it against the wall, which it hit with a thud. Poor thing. It lost a couple of legs in the disaster, but I carried outside where it could move on with its life and I could do the same with mine.
Maybe that's not a bad thing. As I recall, SC is kind of a buggy place. And then there's Boulder Creek. (Oh Sue, make it stop! Just shut the fuck up!))
Wonderful poems. I have gently relocated many bugs and spiders that think my house is theirs. Amazing creatures that deserve better than a squish under an uncaring shoe.
So true. I have had my mishaps with spiders, though. One sleepy morning still in bed, I felt a rather large spider repelling onto my head. I kept very still as I slipped my hand over my face. The spider then stepped over my hand ... poor thing ... and I swiped it away. It went thud against the wall and fell in a heap on the floor. When I looked at it, one leg was missing and another curled in an odd angle. How do you wrap a cast around a spider's leg? Anyway, I took the unfortunate innocent beast out to the balcony and left it there to "heal." I've hears spider regenerate lost legs. That a handy capacity to have, I must say.
Okay... these officially gave me the creeps. Beautifully, sensitively written, yet the photographs alone made me shiver. I so admire your ability to approach, to touch spiders. The thought of losing a few baby spiders in my bed covers fills me with panic. I am a hopeless arachnophobe for no logical reason whatsoever. I wrote about arachnids in February and you commented...
Shortly after moving to Santa Cruz, I realized I'd have to get used to the "neighbors" or go back home to Daddy. Here's a story I don't think I included (there are a constant stream). One morning as I lay in bed, enjoying the sunlight filtering through the curtains, I felt something light upon my head. It didn't drop or plop hard, just kind of settled gently. Oh Oh! So I lay still and waited to see what would happen. In seconds, a shadowy figure about three inches cross slid down over my face. (I was amazed at my composure. How's yours right now?) When it flattened on the bed in front of my face, I slid my hand down and brushed it against the wall, which it hit with a thud. Poor thing. It lost a couple of legs in the disaster, but I carried outside where it could move on with its life and I could do the same with mine.
Yeah... okay.. Sue? No more spider stories, please. That sounded like my worst nightmare... And what has been seen cannot be unseen..... urgh.
Sorry, Sharron. I don't have a filter sometimes. I should have been more courteous.
Brrrrrrrrr. Now I have to shake out my covers and pillows before I can lie down.....
Maybe that's not a bad thing. As I recall, SC is kind of a buggy place. And then there's Boulder Creek. (Oh Sue, make it stop! Just shut the fuck up!))
I absolutely loved these, Sue. I love spiders, too, actually! 🕸️♥️🕷️