If you’re squeamish about spiders, I suggest you skip this post. If you’re like me and love the eight-legged freaks… read on!
Every night I have a little backyard ritual. I close up the umbrella, tidy up the patio table, clean up any leftover peanuts/peanut mess at Squirrelington’s, and just generally put the yard to bed for the night.
A few weeks back, I turned to come in and noticed a beautiful spider web strung across from the patio light, to the hanger that held the strawberry pot. On it was a good-sized (about a quarter) spider.
From her shape, I could tell he was some type of orb weaver, but with the back lighting, I couldn’t tell what kind (there are literally dozens of different types)
I ran back in to get my camera, but by the time I got back outside, she was gone.
I promptly forgot about her, until a week later when the same thing happened. With the same results.
Finally, the other night,s he was out – busily spinning up some dinner. He picked an ideal spot, as the moths fly right toward the light and into her web.
With the lighting, it was tricky to get pictures, but I managed some decent ones. Again, the lighting made if difficult to determine her colouring, but I was pretty sure she was a Grey Cross Orb Weaver. I needed to get a better look at her in the daylight.
The next morning, I came out ready, with my camera. But she was nowhere to be found. In fact, the web was also gone!
But then that night… she’s out there again, building a new web!
This went on for another week. Out at night, building a web, but gone by morning with nary a trace. A little research told me this is just what cross orb weavers do – build a new web every day! (That seems like a lot of work).
So the other afternoon, I decided to do a little investigating. I poked around, all the places in the area I thought a spider might hide. Under the lights, in the strawberry pot, even down behind the garden cart that sits below the light.
Finally it dawned on me… Froggy hangs on that wall…
I inspected closer, and sure enough…
I spy a spider butt!
Carefully, I took Froggy off the wall.
Mrs. Spider stayed put, so I moved in for a closer look.
Isn’t she a beauty?