|And now I could reach her for a photo shoot.|
One year when we were living in Delta, these spiders were thick on the cedars and on my walls; fat, healthy-looking weavers, and hundreds of tiny babies, with their tiny webs full of gnats. They spun new webs across the lawn and over the doors every night, so that day after day, we caught a face full of spider silk. The next year there were fewer, then fewer still.
And now, here in Campbell River, I have gone all this spring and summer without seeing more than this one. I wonder why that is.
Last night, when I went out to water, the hose and wall were spiderless.
I'm sorry, Miss Diadem; I hope you found a safe home.