On candy stripe legs the Spiderman comes
Softly through the shadow of the evening sun
The Cure – Lullaby
Word of the day: Hebenon – anything with poisonous juices
I found this attractive chap while I was weeding today. He didn’t like me shoving my phone in his face, so he reared his front legs up, I could almost hear the angry chatter of spider teeth.
When a cockroach sheds its skin, its soft new hide is white until it darkens to red. I thought maybe it was the same with spiders, which also shed their skin. But no! This is actually a white spider. So there were two possibilities.
A white widow – deadly like the black widow, though sort of unlikely to be in this country.
A white death crab spider – It has venom, but its teeth aren’t strong enough to pierce human skin.
I was leaning strongly towards the white widow, but the actual evidence swung the other way. Still beautiful though, even if he couldn’t kill me.
Barry the barrowman jumped out in front of me and started dancing around singing Singing in the Rain. I said a polite hello and carried on walking. It felt wrong to do that, but he’s not a good person and I’m not going to humour him anymore.
Back at base, Mike was ranting about bumble wasps, and how a million of them had taken over the tractor.
‘Look! Just look, they’ll attack! Millions of ’em.’
‘There aren’t any there, Mike,’ I explained.
‘Look!’ he shrieked and ran out into the rain as one solitary bumble bee drifted out of the ground.