The Clerk in the Country
Friday 8th October 2021
Autumn is also the season for spiders attempting to move in with me, and often succeeding. Yesterday one dropped from the ceiling only inches away; another patrolled a windowsill. In an old house the human occupants are well outnumbered by much smaller residents – silverfish, woodlice, millipedes and the occasional earwig all cross my path. The spiders, I hope, will keep populations in check so, on the whole, I leave them be.
A web has appeared in the yard, with an anchoring strand stretching from a gutter to the ground, a distance of some 10 feet or more. Quite how large a spider produces such a prodigious quantity of silk, I don’t know, but I hope this one is happy in its self-built home and doesn’t want to share mine.