It had been painted in successive coats of marine orange, red, and green. In recent years, the paint has been dropping off in chunks, layer by layer.
|Old photo of morning light on my wall, with half the smokestack.|
I'm almost finished packing; we're loading the truck two mornings from now. I brought in the smokestack to clean off the dust and bugs, ready for transport. When I up-ended it to see if any plastic bags were still stuck half-way down, I found, instead, a fat spider and a web across the entire width of the smokestack, and loaded with paint chips, orange, red, and green.
|Spider and her paint chips.. Maybe she's planning a re-decorating job?|
|"Hmmm. Green is good, but red looks warmer, and winter's coming. Or would orange be better? Decisions, decisions ..."|
I dusted the outside of the smokestack, but I left Ma Spider and her paint chips alone.
Update: She's a Steatoda grossa. Thanks, people!