Alternating Between Fascinated & Freaked Out…

This is a hard post to write. I can’t stop staring at the spider. It’s big. Like half dollar big and it’s living in my front yard.

I was sitting in the office yesterday morning and peeked out the window where something glittering caught my eye. It was a web. A ginormous web. Sitting smack dab in the middle of it was an even ginormouser spider. Yes. You read that right – ginormouser.

The web is strung between two pine trees in the bed butting up against our front porch.  I could reach off the porch and put my hand right through it. Not that I would EVER do that. Have you ever walked through a spider web?  {Insert me completely freaking out here.}

It’s at least as big as a hula hoop. The workmanship is amazing. When I look past the hairy eight legged fiend sitting in the middle of it, I am in awe. So many almost invisible strings. Such a mesmerizing pattern, even in the spots where the elements have broken the delicate threads. All of it precariously hanging by four strands attached two to each tree. It is a paradox of beauty and horror.

In the evening, I peeked out again and saw that the spider had opened up to it’s full capacity. I thought I ought to get one last shot, you know, for the blog.

Big mistake.  This fellow {or is it lady?} has two other friends of equal size and creepiness building their own huge webs in one of the pine trees. One dropped down and nearly landed on my shoulder mid photo shoot.

And done. Freaked out wins.