Nebulous Mooch

I’m going to be accused of exaggerating, but this is a life-sized photo of the spider that was on the wall in my stepson’s room this morning. It’s now in a plastic container on the windowsill in the living room. “I want to keep this so I can look at it when I get home,” my husband said after he caught it. Then he left for the day. I’ve been keeping an eye on the spider and she hasn’t done much. If I turn the container slowly she hops up in the air. If I put my finger near the wall of the container she lunges at it. If I leave her alone she just sits there. I’ve decided I don’t like her. She’s creepy and obviously can’t be trusted.

What is it about spiders that makes them so creepy? I’ve been looking at this one carefully and I’ve decided that, besides the fact that she wants to chomp down on my finger, it might be the hairiness. Those eight long fuzzy legs are creepy. I wouldn’t trust a person with eight fuzzy legs, why would I trust a spider?

“Just one more picture. Then we can walk,” he says as he kneels on the ground trying to get the camera to focus on a tiny wild flower.

This is my husband’s new fascination. In Florida, it was spiders. The good thing about spiders is that when you’re trying to take a walk, you don’t see that many of them. Wild flowers are everywhere here. It takes thirty minutes to walk ten yards because he’s constantly trying to photograph flowers.

Today he took numerous pictures of dandelions. How many pictures of dandelions do we need?

You can see from these pictures that it’s a lot more like spring here.

I took this picture. Notice how it’s not of a dandelion.