Tonight, at about 8:30, as I was packing for our upcoming week at the beach, my husband waved me to the front door.
“Yesterday night,” he said, “when I got home, there was a giant spider web right here, right across the door. I opened up the screen door before I saw it, and then half of it was snapped loose. I stood there for awhile, looking at this spider. It was a big spider. And it was just sitting there, like it was surprised – like it didn’t know what to do.” My husband explained how he had spent several minutes trying to figure out how to squeeze into the door without destroying the web further.
It was just the kind of thing I like to stay on top of. How big was the spider? I asked. This big? I indicated with my fingers. Or this big? We wondered where the spider had gone. I wished it happy hunting.
Twenty minutes later I opened the screen door and stepped out. My head was immediately festooned with spider-web to rival Kate Middleton’s veil.
It’s amazing how fast a spider can work.
Fond as I am of spiders, I can’t help but suspect this one of Arachnophobia-esque delusions of grandeur. One must ask…what is she hoping to catch, spinning her web right across our front door frame two nights in a row? What she doesn’t know is that we’re leaving for a week’s vacation early tomorrow morning, so she’ll wait in vain.
You’ll be on your own, as well, valued readers. I’m going to be on the beach instead of on the internet. I’ll be back next week with more polls, poems, and true stories you may or may not need to know.
In the meantime, in honor of last summer’s post, “The Birthday Syndrome”, I’ll mention that my birthday is coming up next weekend.
I would suggest that the world celebrate this occasion by posting their favorite Alaina Mabaso’s Blog item in their Facebook or Twitter feed, or that newfangled Google thing that all the cool kids are joining.
As long as the spider doesn’t get me first.