I can’t really explain why she’s smiling so big — I think we were both a little delirious over this spider — this spider and the million billion trillion little ones that must be in that humongous egg sac. OMG! O!M!G! Eeeeewwwwwww.
We both took a bunch of pictures. ; ) At one point, I was squatting right behind her and a leaf from a too-tall plant (okay, a weed) brushed the inside of my thigh and I jumped and she jumped and we were laughing and yelling and shaking in our Birkies and she was very glad that she didn’t fall INTO the spider.
I don’t know if this is a brown recluse or not — we seem to be a little north of its normal area and, from what I’ve read (yeah, you really want to be googling "recluse spider" and looking at all THOSE pictures before bed…), it’s very often confused with other spiders. That just didn’t seem to be the kind of information to put me at ease, you know… that there are THAT many spiders BIG enough and UGLY enough and SCARY enough to be easily mistaken for each other.
This is on one of my gigantic Blue Angel hostas that flank the front walkway. Yeah, the mailman and everyone walk right down this walk everyday. I’m not sure what, if anything, to do. I don’t want all those baby spiders around my house — or IN my house — sure, they’re cute when they’re little, but look at what happens when they GROW UP!!