ROFLMAO
I woke up from a nap to find a spider had decided to take a wander around the bed while I was taking a nap, and I had a little trail of a single thread of spiderweb sort of tracing its way around on me.
Poor thing was in the process of being eaten by my kitteh when I woke up. Poor thing was just too tempting a target.
You realize, of course, that the kitten saved your life. Another ten minutes and you would have been wrapped like a mummy.
I just imagining a tiny high pitched voice going, “It’s mine! It’s mine! It’s all mine! I’m rich, rich, RICH!”
Hm I don’t think it could have hoisted my fat ass to hang me by my heels from the rafter :dubious:
:D:D:D:D:D
Remember to check your ears and nose for spider eggs.
Here’s what I don’t understand. Or, rather, it’s one of the oh-so-many things I don’t understand.
I will stand at my kitchen sink and do something–whatever. I’ll go off somewhere else in the house and come back to the kitchen sink maybe an hour later and walk through a single spider strand. How do they DO that so damn fast? And where are they launching from? The ceiling fan in the kitchen?
Speaking of ceiling fans, there is one in my office where I’m sitting right now and once a scorpion fell on me and I’m thinking that’s the only place it could have fallen from.
But I digress. How do spiders string these strands across a giant space in such a short time? When I walk out to my car in the morning, I always walk through one. Not a whole web, mind you, as that would be creepy, but through what I guess was the beginning of a web.
I don’t kill spiders, except black widows. They tend to mind their own business.
I was bike trail riding last month in the woods and was catching an occasional single spider strand in the face - no big deal - until half my vision was suddenly obscured by an orb weaver spider hanging from my helmet visor about an two inches from my right eye! All I could see was a blurry mass of black and yellow legs hanging there like some nightmare christmas tree ornament. I stopped and did the standard “GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF!” dance, but the spider was long gone. We’ve had them outside the house before and I still like them, but no enough to go bike riding with.
I went to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee yesterday and while I was pouring I saw a startlingly adorable, tiny spiderling drift past at my eye level on its balloon of silk. Anybody (except maybe Mean Old Lady) would have said “Aww…”
Spiders have never really bothered me much but after living in this house and yard, I have learned to more than live with them. I can put a hose on the ground, not moving, just a stream, guarenteed 4-5 spiders get out of the way. I can find a good many here in my bedroom, I tend not to disturb them as much because they look like they may hurt. I have had a few that I have kept here in corners for months! I may have to feed them soon if I can’t get the damn food to fly down into here.
I have always liked spiders, I even kept a pair of tarantulas as pets until a burgler smushed them 
I have always encouraged them to spin outside under the eaves so they can get bugs before they get into the house. I am certain the crawlspace under the house is chock full of spiders 
I knew what that was going to be before I clicked it! My favorite.
