Spring Has Sprung

You can tell it's spring again. The daffodils are in full bloom.

The forsythia bushes are shouting in pure yellow.

The willows are spewing pollen all over (much to hubbies regret).

The birds are in full chirp mode. The neighborhood cat has been lolling around the deck in the sun as he laments his winter fat. And, as happens every year, the spiders are on the move again.

Winter can suck in a major way. You really get sick of the snow and cold towards the end, but there are distinct advantages. For about 5 months there is nary a bug to be found in the house other than a few year-round basement spiders that keep to dark corners. But once spring has sprung, the spiders start to move. So far, nothing too big, nothing too brazen (I had one visit me in the shower one day last year. I saw him on the ceiling and thought he would stay on the ceiling, but mid-shower he showed up right next to my head, dangling on his little silver spider thread, checking me out. Pervert! Needless to say, he ended up in the drain.)

But back to the original topic, we've seen some little ceiling spiders in the last few weeks. This particular one was rather cute from afar. Not very big - spider toe to spider toe about nickle size. Up close he looks a little creepier - you can see his leg stripes. Ick. Let's hope this is as big as they get.

Quack!