Incy Wincy.......

It’s the time of year when the garden is cobwebbed by…..well, cobwebs, and the spiders are making themselves known. If anything, the damn things are even bigger than last year. The webs are like the catch-nets of a Russian factory trawler, and anything up to the size of a crow had better be worried about being snared.

As for the spiders themselves, well imagine a black and yellow striped tennis ball with fangs and legs and you’re on the right track.

Certainly it makes clearing the garden a bit more exciting if, like me, you’re a great big girl. It is entertaining, so I’m told, to watch me realize that the spider I was close to is now missing from its web and leap about like a loon, smacking myself like an Opus Dei flagilant screaming ‘get it off me, get it off me’. ……Apparently my ‘dance of the spider’ is akin to somebody neglecting their medication and seizing on the dance floor.

Naturally, the spider itself is watching from the roof of the shed thinking ‘what the fuck???’

Still, the garden is now cleared and sacks of plant material now await transportation to local recycling area for composting into a Safeway value salad. So that’s nice.