Ecotone: Writing About Place: SpidersAndPlace

March 14th is Save A Spider Day. Discussion on this topic can be found at DiscussSpidersAndPlace.

Photos can be added or found at PhotographingPlace/SpiderWorld for March 22nd.

[Fragments from Floyd] Funny. I had a hard time at first, thinking "What can I post about spiders and place for this biweekly?" Duh. Then I remembered the webs of Autumn and thought I'd let those four images tell the story. So I took the lazy way out. So fire me. Hope you enjoy the beauty of their webs, even if you don't enjoy their eight hairy legs and creepy ways. -- Fred

[The Middlewesterner] How a spider finds its way into our bathtub, I confess I don't know. The occurrence is common enough, in our house at least, that I have to think these creatures are particularly adept at getting themselves into such situations. They are not, I'm finding, particularly talented when it comes to getting themselves out, however....

[g r a p e z] My first attempt at this. Begin at the beginning, nah, here's the middle: "But when younger, I saw spiders as welcome curiosities and Daddy Long Legs were my favorite ones. Their small pill-sized bodies, held in suspension by eight long thin spindly legs, presented an otherworldly creature to eyes trained on Saturday films of aliens and monsters. Here was a real monster."

[Working bug] At the top of the stairs, on a magnificent web filling the upper-right corner of the open door, is the largest spider I have ever seen outside a zoo . . .

[TheCassandraPages] "She – let’s say it was a she – lived under the dock. This was cohabitation, when I was eight or nine, because I lived on top."

[Hoarded Ordinaries] Last night, late, as I sat working in the office long after Chris had gone to bed, a small, pale brown spider--waxy and translucent, like a young, freshly hatched thing--walked up the wooden armrest on the chair where I sat, computer on my lap, feet propped on a green upholstered ottoman. Well, hello there, little spider: did you come looking for me?

[Beginners Mind] There was a GIANT spider that lived at the back of the tin-covered pens where we raised sheep for show on our small "ranch" in South Texas. It terrified us, because we knew it was one of those "jumping" spider that could leap out at you and bite you on the neck like some sort of arachnid vampire. She had an eggsac the size of a quail's egg. She herself was yellow and hairless, with black markings on the back of her thorax and abdomen. She would sit in the middle of her huge web (the size of a small, round kitchen table) waiting for an insect or small bird to fall into her nest, or for a small child to wander too close.

[alembic] So, although I tried my best to avoid writing anything about spiders this week, they spotted me and saw and easy mark. "Hey you," they called, "you have a spinnerette, don’t you? Use it then ... make your own orbed web."

[Feathers of Hope (Numenius)] Spiders of the sea.

[Brain Crayons - Fozzy Memories] If you live in a house where boys are being raised, you may as well get used to the fact that you will be surrounded by all sorts of creepy, crawly things. Unfortunately, I never did get used to it.

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