Wednesday, June 27 - Massachusetts
Good evening, friends! Short-ish post, and on the heels of yesterday's! It is late but I was on the phone.
WARNING: If you have arachnophobia or an aversion to spiders, do not read this post. I have, however, wanted to write this one for awhile. Thought about it, but other things happened.
This evening I shall share something a lot of people do not know about me.
I have an ongoing love of spiders. I have always welcomed their presence in my home. They are harmless and do a great deal of good for the environment. I have a lot of respect for them, and do not allow anyone to kill them in my house. A few addresses ago I had the fortune of hosting a bunch of white spiders for some reason. They were beautiful, almost translucent :)
Flying bugs I do not like inside at all, especially flies (they are really gross). Fortunately my cats manage to make fairly short work of most of them, but spiders take care of the rest :) (Do not ask what I do with the stray hornet or wasp. Let us just leave it that they are gone.)
I welcome spiders. Encourage them. I name them. I call all of them "Boris", as that seems a fitting name for spiders.
Boris #2 - He has fangs |
Boris #3 - Dak brown but doen't look it |
Yeah he really was that big |
Alas, usually when Boris gets that large he simply ups and leaves. Without even a note :(
Sigh. I know for sure it is not the cats (they will not eat spiders - must be too oogy). I guess Boris just leaves home for his spidey college degree & in search of bigger and greener pastures :)