Yesterday as I was starting to move a wooden patio chair into my car I thought better of it as I noticed all the crazy spiderwebs and egg sacks crammed into the corners and cracks on its underside. I decided to spray it down instead so turned on the hose and power washed away as much of the debris as I could. I watched a lot of poor confused spiders come out from the webs and cracks and I let them scurry into the bushes nearby without bothering them. But then I saw the giant black widow that was clinging to the chair's leg. *shudder*. How can such a small thing make me feel so threatened? I knocked it onto the ground and killed it with the toe of my sneaker. It's innards were off-white, like the inside of a blueberry, almost.
I left the chair there to dry, but I don't know that I'll go back to pick it up. Maybe put it on the street with a 'free' sign on it, instead? Is that too extreme?
And now to get that whole thing out of my head I will look at this picture of flowers I took at lunch today...
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