There are, not one, not two but three fairly large spiderwebs right outside my front door, playing home to what appears to be West Dulwich's native species of arachnid.
I'm not entirely sure how I feel about this state of affairs - my attitude towards spiders generally being that they're welcome to exist in an abstract sense, but not share my home - after all, they're TECHNICALLY outside and not attempting to interact with me in any significant fashion. That said, it's only a matter of time before winter sets in and they start looking around for more hospitable environments and when they do, it will surely not escape their attention that our home is within spitting distance of theirs, providing all the convenience of staying in the neighbourhood without having to foot the cost of ever-increasing energy bills. Plus, it's obviously only a matter of time before I come home late one evening, fumble for my keys in the relative darkness of our doorstep, inadvertently stumble right into the murky depths of at least one of the webs and incur the wrath of its occupant. And one shudders to think what the upshot of that kind of thing might be.
Gareth takes the view that they're 'interesting looking' (I maintain that he needs to re-think his idea of what is worth observation and what isn't) and they have not actually made much effort to get to know us, so as neighbours go, they're better than some. As such, we are leaving them alone for the moment.
We are, after all, not here to fuck spiders.
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No. We are not here to fuck spiders. I wonder who suggested that we were, but still rather enjoyed this pithy closer!
You good? I'm middling to average. Approaching content, but not quite there yet.
BIGHUGS - and good to see you last week - your input was much appreciated by my cuz btw. xxx
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