Spiders have been on my brain for a while now; it is no coincidence that I’ve named my new business SpiderFelt. As a first step to developing a logo, I started sketching in bed one night when my mind was too active to let me sleep, but when I was really beyond the time when my coordination was at its best. Predictably, my attempts at sketching a fetching little artsy spider were terrible, but I started thinking about creating a spider out of felt (brilliant, I tell you). It was almost like a little voice was speaking to me. What do you think I spotted out of the corner of my eye? A big spider creeping slowly down from the ceiling above my bed.
I took it as a good sign and crafted this baby the next day. Not anatomically correct, but still colorful enough to meet my needs. I’m still working on crocheting a web out of silver wire so she has somewhere to roost.
At least three nights ago, Owen noticed a big spider perched in the doorway of our basement. He asked Lance to trap it and bring it outside, but Lance declined on the premise that he had made a deal with the spider: I’ll let you live if you eat some more flies.
As I was relating this story to Erika on the phone tonight, he came back into view. Either he has invited friends inside, or he is making tracks around our basement because I keep seeing him over and over again. It is safe to say that Erika has an intense dislike of spiders. I had to capture this one on film just for her; the legs measure 3″ across.
I introduced him to SpiderFelt, but he seemed unimpressed. He is still sitting there, just behind me on the door to the furnace closet. What is the life expectancy of the average house spider?