Little Spidey by my Bedside
Well, you know I have a rather full-blown phobia of spiders. They give me the shivers, literally, and make me work up quite an amount of Angst, so that I cannot even enter certain places (like my cellar). Not a good thing, I can assure you.
The day before yesterday I discovered the little fellow above just at my bedside. It is very small, really, about a quarter of my fingernail, I would say, and has produced a very tiny net. And guess what: being in hero-mode I decided to let it stay. It is indeed quite interesting to watch its daily routine: sleeps all day in a corner where it thinks I cannot see it (it does not really THINK, of course, but just let me have my little phantasies, ok?) and positions itself in the midst of its tiny little (and a little bit disorderly) net all through the night (no matter whether I have my bedside lamp on for reading or not).
It is rather ugly - in my view - and I told it so, but I will let it live where it is right now. I even feel a bit sorry for little Spidey for I cannot imagine what kind of food it is going to catch at that very place (no insects in here, as far as I can say and I am controlling tightly). I do not think we will be becoming friends, but a kind of peaceful coexistence should be possible.
Survival guarantee: if I do loose my patience with vermin (sorry Spidey, no offence meant) just beside my bed, I will transport the little fellow safely to the outside … promise.
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It took only a few days.
I had been thinking about spidey most certainly being quite hungry in its corner (no chance to catch anything there in my view). I had almost gone to sleep pondering that spidey of course was not tied to its place, could set out for a new one - and switched on my bedside lamp: and there spidey was happily wandering away from its corner looking for new territory. That was too much - can´t stand a wandering spider in my bedroom. But I kept my promise: I caught little spidey in a glass without hurting it and let it out of the window into the night. Wish it well, somehow I liked the little fellow.