Welcome to wildlife sightings, arachnid edition. Spiders are nothing new around here. We see them all the time outside and there are always families of daddy long legs to suck up with the vacuum in seldom-used rooms of the house. In the outdoor shower, I once shampooed, conditioned, shaved, and body-washed all while making full eye contact with a very large specimen, perhaps a distant cousin of Aragog (aka the giant spider from Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets). I'm always impressed with their webs, but the web of today's eight-legged friend (let's call her Charlotte) was especially remarkable, mostly because of the absurd location -- our coffee table.
First of all, that web was not there the night before and we didn't leave the living room until about 1am. That means that overnight, Charlotte decided that above our coffee table was the prime location for the capture of flies and other delicious bugs. With strands spanning from a stack of books on the table, to the couch, to the ceiling, to the other side of the table, I really don't know what she was thinking.
Did she just lose a bet? Prefer an indoor ambiance? Was Charlotte making the conscious decision to go against her primitive ways and hoping that if she submitted to domestication and made herself our pet, we would just toss flies and roly-polys into her trap? These are questions I was willing to get to the bottom of; however, we wanted to use our coffee table, so Tyler smashed her between two shoes. Oh well. Rest in peace, Charlotte. Maybe if you'd been accompanied by a talking pig, this would have all made sense.
|Charlotte's Web, 1973|
|The Far Side by Gary Larson|