He or she comes at night. Quietly. Stealthily.
The first time we were visited, Mr. S let out a loud "whoa!" When I came to the door, my insides curdled. You see, I apologize to all the spider lovers out there, but I am terribly afraid of spiders. I don't think I'll even be able to visit my own blog to look at the pictures I've posted!
A close up view --(shiver)
The sign we put up on our back door- warning us not to inadvertently open it!
During the day, the spider goes and does whatever spiders do. In the still of the night, it returns, sending Beverly's heart into an irregular rhythm.
The new development in our household concerning this situation is that Mr. S has developed some strange sort of "relationship" with our guest. No, it is NOT a guest -- I'll call it an intruder.
After watching it spin its magnificent web, Mr. S watches for the spider to come at night, and I must say -- I think he is getting attached to it. I have found him on three separate occasions, mouth open, nose pressed up against the glass looking at the spider. Maybe they are speaking their own special language?
What are we going to do now?