Watching

I’ve read that we humans are seldom more than fifteen feet from a spider. Trying to bear that in mind we move them outside when that’s an option.

Last night as Barb started into the bathroom a spider smaller than a pencil eraser was in the door frame reeling out his web. The two of them met at eye level. At first she was startled. then she blew on him. He swung to and fro for a cycle or two while considering his options. Then he reeled himself back up. We assume he’s still somewhere on the door frame.


Watching.