I don't want to freak you guys out [again] but the black widow spider has reentered my life. Not the same body but perhaps the same spirit as her offspring. I don't know why I'm so drawn to these beautiful creatures. But I'm not questioning it either. [I'm thinking I should add Charlotte's Web to my Netflix queue. A lot of you predicted this.]
I had gone outside the other day, to see if I could get a good
view of a black widow in a corner where I noticed a web a few weeks
before. I've only been able to see legs - definitely black widow
legs. But that one has never made herself fully visible to
me. I thought to myself, I should come back tonight to see if
she's out in her web and try to get her photo.
As I walked back inside, my eyes were drawn to a bare corner
near the floor. Again, unmistakable, in full view, was this
smaller black widow, hanging upside down in the middle of her web,
strong and sturdy.
It was getting to be dusk so there wasn't much natural
light. I took about five or six different photos of her, each
time getting closer and closer. The setup/focus and flash were
blinding. She never moved.
Since seeing the first black widow,
I've been having a lot of spider dreams. Most of them are
harmless, mystical, magical creatures. But a few have been a
little freaky and scary. The spiders are all different
sizes. Some with fangs. Some with claws. Some with thick
hair. But every single dream-spider has been a black widow.