A couple of days ago Mark and I saw a largish house spider lurking outside of our flat. He was nestled against the wall leading up to the first floor landing of the building’s entrance. I’m not deathly afraid of the little beasties, but I’m not in love with them either.
So I cajoled Mark into coaxing our new lodger back down into the street outside. Mark gingerly approached the spider with a bit of paper and stretched up towards him. He sort of fell onto the paper and as we started to transport him to this new home, he managed to scuttle away. He sprinted under the wheels of my bike and disappeared into the darkness outside. Or so we thought.
This morning I spotted him a little further down the wall. Having to come face to face with him every time we exited and entered our building was a tad too much for me. So I once again begged Mark to release him into the sunshine outside. This time the transplant was successful.
As Mark placed him onto a seemingly vacant cobweb, a much smaller spider came out of nowhere and attacked. Our spider, being much larger, enveloped him and they became one. I turned away, because I am a bit squeamish but Mark later related that our spider was not the aggressor. He merely started to explore this wild and untamed land only to be attacked for no reason. Obviously the smaller spider felt threatened and this was probably his cobweb. We had interfered with nature, but it’s my sincere belief that our spider would have found that web located just a few feet outside our front door anyway. Therefore my conscience is clear.
Check out the photo of our alpha-spider. What a fine specimen he is!
I’m not a fan of these little creepies. They give me the heebee-jeebeez to be honest but I like the fact that you just didn’t squash him…SO where is he now?
He is doing well by all accounts. He has discovered a little hole near the web and we believe that he is hiding out there at night and coming out in the day. Smart!
Man, Come with me on my job just one day in the summer. I’ll help cure your fear of heights and spiders. haha Serious though. Hanging off the skyscrapers during the summertime is the worse time for spiders. They are everywhere. When I brush the top of the window, the spiders just start spinning down on their webs.
I literary am picking them off of me all the time. Big ones, little ones. Sometimes I don’t even notice them until I get down to the ground and o wait there is one sitting next to my shoulder. That should be enough to make you shiver. I do and I’m the one it’s happening to.
By the time I get down from doing a drop, my legs, from my knees down are covered in spider webs. Man this year was bad. I even had a dream that I was walking through my house and dodging spiders that where sipping down on there wed. It was getting insane.
Nice of you to spare his life. He is a lucky spider. I’m with you though. They belong outside.
I can tolerate them but I think I would lose my mind if I had to “work with them” every day! We found another one the other day, actually inside the flat. He ran off under the skirting boards before we could get to him. I’m sure he’ll pop out his creepy head again some day.