Blogger’s note: Hello, dear friends. I find myself at a lull in the book project, so here is a new post. Happy reading! In our younger days, my husband and I would set up our front porch in an elaborate tableau, complete with a good jump scare, every Halloween. For many years this included suddenly […]
Tag: spiders
Spidaerobics
I have a truce with spider-kind, as follows: I do not kill them, and they do not send their minions after me in the night. This is not a zero-sum game. My sister Laura is a treasure trove of spider lore and material. Most recently, she discovered a large lady spider residing in Benny, the […]
Meet Bernadette, and also Mrs. Moreton
Having recently returned to Southeast Alaska after three weeks in Virginia, I was pleased to see (from a distance, of course) a lovely Alaskan house spider who, with her gracious permission, I have decided to call Bernadette. I’m sure her husband is around somewhere and that he won’t mind being called Bernie. Maybe I should […]
The great wildlife corridor that is my house
I have pontificated at some length on the adventures of Bob the spider and his lovely wife, Mrs. Bob. However, they are not by any means alone in their occupation of my dear, dog-eared little cottage. They have, so far, confined their presence to the bathtub (which makes the relocation process much easier, since their […]
Dammit, Bob!
This morning, I walked into the bathroom of my little cottage, and saw that Bob the spider had returned after three days of wandering in the wilderness. I spoke to him sharply, explaining that this is my tub, and he should consider setting up shop somewhere else; but he seemed unimpressed, and merely paced back […]
In which I meet Bob, and keep a weather eye out for Mrs. Bob
Recently I was getting ready for a trip from the sleek, modern metropolis of Craig, Alaska, to the wilds of central Virginia. My sister Laura always stops by my little cottage before I come to make sure no possums have moved in, and this time she said casually, “Oh, by the way, there is a […]
In deference to spiders
I grew up around spiders. My grandfather built the house in 1921, complete with a damp musty cellar in which we stored, among other things, firewood. That corner of the cellar was the domain and realm of the so-called “wood spiders,” hairy and fast-moving and about the size of a medium-sized mouse. Apropos of nothing, […]