I have to warn you now – if you don’t like spiders, go on and find some other post to take a look at for the time being because today’s Photo Friday post is all up close and personal with a spider.
When I was a little girl, I was always slightly freaked out but also equally intrigued by these black and yellow spiders that took up residence among my grandSner’s rose bushes each summer. They were always in the rose bushes. I am fascinated by their legs. Seriously. I want to reach out and touch them. I wonder if the ends are spiky and would they hurt if they walked over the palm of your hand.
I really, really want to put one in my hand. Just for a minute. But I am a terrible chicken. I’m afraid I would scream like a little girl if one of them actually touched me. But the temptation is so great.
GrandSner wouldn’t let us kill them when we were younger; she said they were good for her garden, and apparently they are. This one remains safe and sound, even a few weeks later. I can’t imagine her eating and re-weaving her web every night. As large as the web is every afternoon when I see it, I just can’t see how that happens. Talk about a labor of patience. As frustrated as I get with my work every day, I can’t imagine doing literally the exact same thing every single day. Can you?