When last I left the shed, I had counted five black widows in it. Three of them were guarding egg sacs. One of them might have been the biggest widow I’ve ever seen.
I went today to take care of them. No one has been in the shed since I left it. All of the egg sacs are intact, but four of the five spiders are gone. (I looked for them, too. I’m confident they’re not somewhere hidden like this one was.) The only one I found was dead.
How does that happen? I mean, I suppose I’m somewhat relieved that I don’t have to deal with pissed off and dangerous arachnids today, but I’m also disappointed, because I was going to get a macro shot of that big girl for today’s blog post. Instead, you get this lame lament.
(You can enjoy that I still have the creepy-crawlies on my skin from being in the shed and moving things around those webs. Also enjoy that there’s a non-negligible chance I’ll dream about spiders tonight.)
Enjoy your weekend.