I was going to take a picture of the repaired web in all its glory. Seems it's a very good thing I got to watch him toil at rebuilding his web yesterday, because today another round of torrential downpours blew through, and when I got home this evening, the web was gone. Not just tattered. Not just ripped. Gone. Obliterated. Not a trace of it remained. I doubt Mr Spider suffered an untimely demise, but he needs to rethink the location of his web. Like the back yard. I don't get weather there.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
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Ah, the poor spider. I love to watch them spin their webs and appreciate their insect eating abilities, but I don't love spiders. I do name all my spiders George, though. (5 pts. for the reference.) Go figure.
No fair - that's a regional reference. I cheated & looked it up: http://www.onwisconsin.com/live/event.asp?id=558892
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