A spider web.
A big one that took up about half of the doorway.
I like to look at spider webs. I don't like the spiders that reside on them.
This is Charlotte. Charlotte isn't showing off her full size because the web had jus tbeen bombed by a rain drop and vibrated in what must have felt like the Great VA Quake. This resulted in Charlotte pulling in her legs close to her body. The kids were fascinated. Jeff and I were trying to act like it was all cool- which it was- and not show our totally skeeved out side!
I think Charlotte is an Orb Weaver.
Charlotte did something really, really cool and I wish I could have captured it on video for you.
She caught my eye as I was making Teagan's lunch. I saw her shoot down towards the ground and start the ascent back to the web. I watched and quickly called the kids to watch. As she made her way back to the center of the web, the bottom of the web was disappearing. Quickly! She made it to the middle and the bottom half of the web was completely gone. She swung her way to one side and came back, again bringing web in with her.
After a little research, it turns out that some Orb Weavers will eat their web and recycle it!
Teagan thought that was really, really cool.
Zach... well, he had one question.
"Mommy? Can you make she dead?"
That's my boy! Too bad Mommy and Daddy are more squeamish about the squishing of a spider than about the spider itself. I kind of enjoyed watching Charlotte creeping about through the glass of the kitchen door. Part of me hopes she'll have a new web ("Some Pig!") built overnight.
Part of me is ready to go out and buy lots of insect repellent to put around my house.
I hate spiders. A lot. But I hate them less when they are outdoors. I absolutely hate them being inside my home or my office or my bathroom stall. But outdoors where I can maintain a distance that feels safe and controlled is all good.
My spider fear also runs to spider nonsense. I can't squish a spider. Not because I think it's icky (which it is), not because it might jump on me (which it might). But because if I squish it, that spider sends out a Secret Spider Signal to all the other spiders and the friends and family of the squished spider will come for me. But if I spray it to death with hairspray, it never realizes what is happening until it's too late and it dies without being able to send out the Secret Spider Signal.
Quit laughing! I'm serious!
Edited to add: After posting this, I went into the kitchen and Charlotte came back. Jeff and I watched for a while, I snagged a few more pics, and then slammed the door before she accidentally blew inside. *shudder*