Creepy Spiders

I’m an arachnophobe. Seriously, I’m a stand-on-chairs-doing-the-getitoff-getitoff-getitoff-dance kinda gal.

Yesterday I walked through a spider web.

When I finally had the clarity to see who’s web I’d destroyed, this is what I found:

Then I went back to the throes of getitoff-getitoff-getitoff, because I realized that it wasn’t this particular spider’s web I’d walked through. It was that of another identical spider that I couldn’t find.

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This morning, I boldly went back out to investigate. Happily, I found that the owner of the web that I’d destroyed had rebuilt (which meant it wasn’t crawling on me somewhere).

The occupant took one look at me and vacated the premises, though. Probably wise.

What she left behind was beautiful to behold.

Meanwhile, the first spider was rebuilding her web (I assume it’s a her…). Laying a trap for another hapless bee. Or maybe for me, next time I’m not paying attention.

Now, if anyone would be so kind as to tell me what kind of spider this is, I’d be glad to know. Or maybe not.

Darn it, my skin is crawling again.