On candy stripe legs the Spiderman comes
Softly through the shadow of the evening sunThe 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.
Other events:
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.
