At the moment our house is surrounded by spiders. Eeek. There is one in particular that has her web over our front door, high above in the trees. She is huge. Last week PB bought me this book, to read to my belly and help alleviate my fear. It seems to be working.* Every night when I pick PB up from the restaurant I shine my little key torch over her web and gaze at her silhouette, and I try to look out for her in the morning too, but she is usually hiding in the trees.
Yesterday we had electricians over to try and find the reason we are getting electric shocks from our shower. They had ladders and cables set up all over the house and it was a huge mystery as to where this voltage on our bathroom floor was coming from. It took 3 people 5 hours and in the end it turned out to be an old phone line connected to an old fashioned bell. Strange but true.
When I walked out in the afternoon to check for my Spider, I saw her web had gone. The workmen must have ripped it down whilst they were up in their ladders. I felt so sad and responsible for the demolition of her house. Poor Spider.
But this morning when I took PB to work her web was back again, in the same spot and even better than before. She was a very busy spider indeed.
* This newly found acceptance of spiders does not extend out towards Hunstmans, they don't make webs and I think they're very sneaky the way they like to creep around the house.