Trudy! I wrote on a piece of paper. Watch out for the spider, Trudy. And I taped the paper to a lawn chair. And I set the lawn chair in the walkway to our front door, blocking the path.
Because there, in that space between the eaves of the roof, a spider had set up shop. And if you weren’t careful, you’d end up with a spider in your mouth.
We haven’t seen these guys for a several years, and we took it as a good indicator of the health of our yard that this spider had strung her web across the walkway. Indeed, I unhooked one of the main guy-wires the day before, but attached to the location, she rapidly redeployed.
So she gets to stay…
…for a while.