About this time every year, our yard becomes a maze of spider webs.
In the front flower bed, a black and yellow garden spider (a/k/a "writing spider") has built a dandy web between two rose bushes.
When the three granddaughters saw it, they let out three mighty screams. One of them googled it to see what kind of spider it is, and if it is poisonous. Somewhere in their searches, they discovered some creepy folklore: if the spider writes your name in its web, your days are numbered. They told their mother this tale, and she has been creeped-out about it ever since.
This morning, the oldest granddaughter thought up an evil plot. She took a small piece of white fabric and cut out the letter "P" (the first letter of their mom's name) and tossed it into the web.
The spider immediately pounced on it and wrapped it up into a tight ball. It's impossible to tell that it's a "P."
So much for that trick.
But I just laughed and laughed about it. :) (You can see the wrapped-up "P" in the upper right corner of the photo.)
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