I’m not a huge fan of spiders. I mean… I am. I like them because they are good for the garden, eating all of those pesky bugs that we like even less than spiders. Sometimes I even like to look at them. So what I’m saying is that I love spiders.
Unless one happens to be touching my body in any fashion whatsoever.
Then I’m not a fan.
They do build pretty homes though, don’t they?
However, the only thing I can think of when I see a spider web is that little rhyme that bears repeating a million times over, especially to children and politicians, “Oh what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive.”
But they are so pretty, aren’t they? The way the light gets caught in them like a fly. I love light. Still, I hate getting caught in them. Heeby jeeby town. Pretty much takes all my will power to not strip everything off, running in circles screaming, “It’s on me! It’s on me!” when I do happen to unsuspectingly walk into one of these beautiful translucent traps. You don’t have to say it, I know you’re thankful for my will power.
You know what I am a fan of though?
And boys using chopsticks to make chocolate milk.
And light shining through cleaning products.