When I got up this morning, I did a slow, careful tour of the house, checking ceilings and corners, making my way towards the lounge, where I’d seen Arachne hanging around last night.
I inspected the bathroom…. the kitchen… the lounge… No sign of her. She wasn’t there anymore. Hm…
I checked the rest of the lounge. And that’s when I found her.
She had made her way across the length of the lounge (okay, it’s not a LOONG length), probably looking for the one corner where the light wasn’t shining on her (I’d left the lights on again last night).
Look – up there in the corner:
It struck me that there might be a good reason why she (or he? I’m not inclined to have a closer look!) has invaded our home like this.
All the weeding I’ve been doing must have disturbed her.
I remember hearing living things rustling and moving about in the chaos of dead and rotting leaves below the philodendron. Actually, we’re not sure whether it’s a philodendron or a Delicious Monster or something else entirely. We’re also not sure whether we want to keep it. It’s kind of pretty, it’s growing nicely, and it looks green and lush even in the heat of summer. And Tuffy-cat appreciates the shade from the top and the coolness of the soil beneath, when she needs a secret place to hide when it’s hot.
It’s just that… well… there are things LIVING in there. I suppose that’s to be expected in a garden. But I’m referring to things with EIGHT LEGS. Things that occasionally climb through our windows, when we let fresh air into the house.
As you can see, the job of clearing the mess of weeds and dead leaves is not yet finished. Right now, I’m not even sure that I want to stick my hands in there, yellow plastic protective gloves or no! Who knows whether the rest of Arachne’s family is still in there… resentful of my intrusion… hungry… and missing their mommy?
Where’s that Knight in Shining Armour bearing gardening implements, when you need him, hey?