It's never good when you walk out the back door, headed to work, and the husband yells, "DUCK!" Just as I heard the word, I felt it across my forehead. Luckily I was quick and didn't get tangled up in it. I took a step back and raised up. There it was....a HUGE spider's web in the doorway. That spider was busy overnight.
But we don't have your average spiders this time of year. We have enormous mutant spiders. What we call wolf spiders. Don't know if that's even the correct name for them but that's what we've always called them. Actually, I usually address them very formally as Mister Wolf. In fact, after I ran into the web at the back door, we kindly asked Mr. Wolf to relocate.
Would you like to meet some of the Wolf family hanging around?
One good thing about Wolfies, they eat grasshoppers!
Goodbye to the Guardian
6 days ago