This is truly the peak, or maybe just past the peak of spider
season. They are absolutely everywhere. Sadly, I haven't seen
nearly enough of the big orb-weavers, but there have been lots
of widows, black and brown. This is a black widow male who
had made a nice home for himself right over our front door.
At Michael's urging, I got rid of him, but not before taking his
picture several times. The yellow stuff is my broom.
The hour glass.
He really was a handsome fellow. In a hideous sort of way.
