At the end of August I decided to accept that autumn had arrived, and once I did I stopped resenting the lack of summer weather and started enjoying the cool air and occasional rain. At the beginning of September the transition weather became Real Fall Weather, and I went directly into hibernation mode where I remain to this very second: sitting on the bed with my laptop, writing, reading, and avoiding going out into the now-much-colder rain outside.
From my place on the bed I watch a striped spider wait patiently in the middle of the web it has built across the window’s exterior. Large spiders (and hairy spiders and spiders that can jump) give me the creeps, but I’m glad for their presence. They are much better than I at annihilating our mutual enemies the mosquito, the fly, and the wasp. I am even glad to find small spiders living in the trailer, and as long as they aren’t creepy and/or living right above the bed, I leave them alone to take care of the fruit flies and wasps that appear like clockwork the second I take a knife to an apple.
The spider outside of the window catches a wasp in its net, quickly wraps it in web silk, and returns to the center of the web to wait. Several minutes later it checks on the wasp, which is still twitching, wraps it a few more times, and after another several-minute wait, carries it up and into the dark space where the siding hangs slightly over the window. It is fascinating to watch, though I am glad for the glass between us, as it is one of those spiders that—regardless of the truth—just look dangerous.
My best guess is that it is a Wespenspinne or Argiope bruennichi—though the web design is a bit different than the spider on my window. (Click on that link and tell me you want one of those staring at you when you wake up in the morning.) Or, more likely, it is a Gartenkreuzspinne. Either way I can’t double check because it is gone. It seems the spider is holed up away from the rain as well, blogging about the strange bumbling creatures that live on the other side of its window, eating strange-looking food out of bags and off of plates, and staring for hours at plastic boxes and small, square sheets of processed wood.
How do you deal with spiders in your home? Do they get room and board or a swift kick out the door?