A spider just walked across my monitor screen.
I’m not having a panic attack or anything because it is about the size of a gnat. It also isn’t skittering around in that weird stop-lightningfast-stop movement toward me. Mostly it followed a thread of silk across the top of my monitor like an inverted tightrope walker.
If it had been bigger I might have freaked a bit. I don’t do spiders well. My sister has a scar on her wrist where I climbed over her to get away from an aggressive Hobo spider–and that happened when I was in grad school. She would tell you it wasn’t that big. I would tell you it was the size of a Buick with glisten-y white shark teeth; it could have eaten me!
I am trying to make peace with my house spiders. The ones I have here aren’t terrible–they are small and docile and rarely seen unless they are running along the edge of a ceiling. As long as they keep to their business and stay away from me, they are welcome to anything they might find to eat. It’s a wary truce: touch me and die.
If I find a spider that is too close for comfort, I put a glass over it and transport it outside. I’m trying to be more understanding and less “you must die.”
So winter has come back a bit. It is cold and it snowed yesterday evening. It is spitting snow now.
I hope the magnolia doesn’t lose its buds.