I don’t remember if I read the book before I saw the movie, or vice versa, but Charlotte’s Web by author E.B. White had a big impact on me when I was just a wee lass.
I was raised by, and grew up around, spiderphobes. I don’t remember anyone screaming in terror at the sight of a spider, but killing them on sight was just something you did.
But I never felt good about squishing them. What if one of them was Charlotte’s daughter or cousin or grandson or something? And they always seemed so afraid of us, yet we were the ones doing all the killing.
Over the years, I stopped killing them “just because” they happened to find their way into my house. Instead, I developed my own “catch and release” plan for the larger spiders and others that clearly belonged outside.
The jumping spider in the picture above, for instance, hung around the living room for a while — literally — before I relocated her outside. She seemed curious about us and descended from her drag line down to about four feet off the floor. Even with my camera within a couple of inches from her, she stayed put, raising her head to look at me now and again, but otherwise just hanging and swinging a bit from the soft breeze blowing in through the open windows.
For common house spiders — those spindly, delicate creatures the color of sand that try to stay out of your way the best they can — I’ve learned to appreciate their presence and the service they provide. Even though I live in a very rural area and have poorly insulated windows and doors, I don’t have even a small bug problem.
And there’s no need to spread toxic bug killer around when you allow spiders to share your space. Aside from a bit of cleaning up after them and occasional population control measures, we have a live-and-let-live arrangement that works out well for everyone involved.
Outside, I see a lot of tan jumping spiders (the species Platycryptus undatus), like the ones above and below.
I took the photo above while I was sitting outside on the back deck recently, enjoying the mild weather. The dogs were, of course, outside with me, doing their thing. As I was sitting in one of the chairs and watching Franki and Andie biting each other’s faces for fun, I felt a very light something land on my left arm.
Looking down, I saw it was a jumping spider. I find them to be perky and cute little fellows with their big eyes, furry little bodies and curious personalities.
It jumped onto the neighboring chair when I moved my arm but then turned back around to look at me.
Even though most spiders have eight eyes, it doesn’t mean they all have excellent eyesight. Jumping spiders’ two large, round, forward-facing eyes, however, give them the ability to see incredibly detailed images and judge distances. It’s believed jumping spiders have the best eyesight of all species of spiders.
Franki said, “Yes, but I have the most beautiful blue eyes ever.”
Yes, Franki, you do.
I learned later that female tan jumping spiders have a thick, white “mustache” below their anterior eyes, while the adult males have a bright orange one. So this inquisitive creature appears to be a female.
As we watched each other, she kept approaching me, waving her pedipalps (or palps) at me — those shorter, fuzzier appendages in the front. Among arachnids — spiders — they function as touching and sensory organs.
Regardless of their purpose, I thought it looked like she was waving hello.
And regardless of how cute I think they are, people are still afraid of them. But they aren’t interested in biting humans. Jumping spiders prey on flies and other insects who happen to be handy. They don’t spin webs. Instead they actively hunt for prey and pounce or jump to catch their meals.
Jumping spiders also have interesting mating rituals.
Because jumping spiders have excellent vision, they’re able to communicate with each other through movement. Male jumping spiders court their lady loves by waving their limbs and tapping on the ground.
The females lay their eggs in silk cocoons under tree bark or in a variety of crevices and corners. Whether the gal who paid me a visit on the back deck was a momma spider or an older juvenile, I’m not sure.
But she wasn’t the only jumping spider sharing the deck with us that day.
I discovered there were at least three others. One slightly smaller than the female and two others who were very tiny. Hatchlings!
They were tiny and very spry, jumping around like little jumping beans on a small blanket draped over the back of one of the deck chairs.
One of them jumped over to my chair and I was able to get one clear shot. It was so teeny tiny — about as big as a pencil eraser — it was difficult to focus on it as it jumped and crawled around the chair.
But how cute is that?
I was amused and impressed at all the spiders’ jumping skills. The biggest one jumped up onto my head from a distance of about three feet away as I was finishing up with a few final shots of her.
Maybe she wanted to take a selfie with me. I’m not sure.
Franki, on the other hand, didn’t seem very impressed.We done yet?
Okay. … See you around!