Friday night, the Girl Scouts (whom I fearlessly lead, leader-like) went horseback riding. We had 16 girls and they place just had 3 saddled horses. So while three girls rode, the rest cooked hot dogs over a campfire, played in the (dry) creek, and generally had a grand old time.
While we were setting up, I noticed an interesting spider on the table. He was similar to a Daddy Long-Legs, but had a larger body with orange and tan coloration. Anyway, I gently removed him from the table because, interesting or not, get away from our food.
About half an hour later, the same interesting spider was perched on my shoulder. He was less gently removed, but still lived to spin another day.
Then the little critter started climbing the bench and almost reached one of the girls were sitting on. Sorry, Mr. Spider, three strikes, you’re squished.
2 responses to “I’m not really opposed to spiders”
I'm OK until they jump. Jumping spiders always die…provided I can catch them.
Yes, but spiders eat other beasties that I really don't like. I try not to harm beneficial–or at least not harmful–bugs. Unless they're about to crawl onto a seven year old and cause a major freakout 3 feet from a campfire.