|Running crab spider, Philodromus dispar, male, and ready to mate.|
He's looking for his girlfriend. He knows she's here somewhere, sitting quietly, waiting. But where?
|Waving his "boxing glove" pedipalps.|
I saw the female yesterday; she's small and pale, and rather shy. But he'll find her, I think. He was at least on the right wall the last time I saw him.