That's a bigass spider. |
You can see that her abdomen is considerably deflated from what it was on Monday. |
I watched Margaret for several minutes. It was fascinating to see her crawling around the sac, using her back legs to guide silk from her spinnarets, layering it over the sac. |
If I start seeing words woven into her web, you guys'll be the first to know. Meanwhile, I'm hoping I don't get a face full of spiderlings in March on my way out the door.
By the way...
No, there's not really any garden news lately. It's 9,000º outside (July, Texas). The vegetable garden has been baked out of existence for the year, and I didn't have great luck with it to begin with (I was sick for about two months and couldn't take care of it, and everything either died or bolted). High summer in Texas is about keeping up with the trees and maybe the lawn, if we're not in drought (and we're currently not, for the first time in nearly ten years, thank goodness). My yardwork and gardening is restricted, right now, to mowing the grass really quickly first thing in the morning on Saturdays before the atmosphere catches fire.Next month will likely be about the same, though they're projecting an early, rainy fall because of the ENSO/El Nino, so if I get enough time ("SCA season" begins in September), I'd like to try to spiff up the front yard some and maybe do a second, short-season veggie garden in the back to replace the one that fell flat on its face in June.
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