Do you like the new header? The prior one was just too busy for my liking.
I read an article the other day written by Matt Bertone at the site, The Conversation, that discussed the subject of spiders in homes. I agree with all that Mr. Bertone wrote. After all, this class of arthropods takes care of insects and other dinky pests.
Yes, I know there are people who are scared — almost to death — just by the sight of one, suffering from arachnophobia. If you’re one of those people, I do empathize with you. I feel the same way about all mice except for the ones in labs that are white. Even though I know my fear is unfounded, they still scare the crap out of me.
Nevertheless, I don’t feel that way about spiders.
When I was a small girl, I would play with the spiders down in our basement on Saturdays when the weather was stormy. Our basement wasn’t finished yet so there was a cement floor, which made it relatively easy to spot the little critters. [It was also a great place to roller skate.] Most of the spiders down there were what is commonly known as daddy long legs [scientific name: Opiliones]. I guess I was kind of mean to them because I’d take off the legs one at a time until there was only one leg left attached. I’d watch the little guy run around in circles. At the time, I thought it was perfectly okay to do that because I had been told they grew new legs. Truth is I was malicious every once in a while. Are most children that cruel?
Moving on the adulthood…
When my son and I were renting the front unit of a duplex in the old part of Aurora, Colorado, I was on a “neat kick”. I was bound and determined to consistently have a clean home. I was vacuuming, dusting, and scrubbing every day.
My son was only a toddler at the time, which often meant explaining things on a very elementary level so he’d understand and/or wouldn’t be frightened. As is usually the norm, my son was the first to spot the spider crawling up the wall in our living room. He ran into the kitchen to tell me about it, his eyes appearing as big as saucers. Walking into the living room, I saw the little critter crawling up to the upper front corner of the wall where a translucent web had been started. A fly had already gotten itself tangled in the threads and jerked a little trying to get itself free. I told my son the spider’s name was Henry and he was just doing his job. My son asked if I was going to remove the web and kill poor Henry. I told him I would be clearing out his web when it got to be more noticeable but Henry was staying as a pet.
That happened before I had a cat. These days I rarely see a spider in my house because Nutty, our youngest feline, likes to hunt them.
Still, I think spiders are a good thing even though their webs are a nuisance.
“The spider’s web: She finds an innocuous corner in which to spin her web. The longer the web takes, the more fabulous its construction. She has no need to chase. She sits quietly, her patience a consummate force; she waits for her prey to come to her on their own, and then she ensnares them, injects them with venom, rendering them unable to escape. Spiders – so needed and yet so misunderstood.”
― Donna Lynn Hope