I’m done with seeking out spiders in their natural environment, for a while. I’m keeping an eye on a few outdoors (Jenny By-The-Front-Door still lives, despite the recent snow, and there’s a nearby compost bin I have my eye on), but mainly I’m settling in for a winter of laboratory observations now. So here’s a quick review of how I’m raising my spider family.
My wife is away for a few weeks, so she’s sending me photos of things she knows I’ll like…like Texas spiders.
Oh, yeah, and also of #1 Grandson.
How did these guys figure out my plan way back in 2017? I’d only just started exploring the arachnid option back then!
Humankind: I have the solution
To your mess of crime, scandals and pollution
I have done the work
Hey relax, there will be no delay
All my little friends are on the way
Wrap tycoons,
Fatcats, politicians, inside silk cocoons,
Drain them of their vital juices
Raise the flag! Tyrantula tenure has begun
We won’t be around when it is done
The time is now—
I’m gonna let my hungry spiders out,
Because they are the only ones who have the guts
To find and purge the world of all its human sin
They will envenomate our failures!
We can spin a web of hope
Here in my Arachnotopia
Nothing is beyond the scope
Of the grand Arachnotopia
We can spin a web of hope
Here in my Arachnotopia
Nothing is beyond the scope
Of the grand Arachnotopia
Listen to the misanthropes—
Start anew, Arachnotopia!
(You’re gonna get it!)
“liberals want spiders to be even sexier”
Yes, it’s true. But I don’t think it’s possible for them to be even sexier.
He’s not. These are just the facts, ma’am.
I added a new female Parasteatoda to the laboratory colony — I hope she’s happy to have been brought in from the cold, especially since we have snow predicted for the end of the week.
She’s pretty.
My colleague, Chris Atkinson, told me yesterday that he’d been seeing a lot of spiders in his compost heap. “Interesting,” I thought. Then he sent me this photo:
WHOA. Look at all those spiders.
So I stopped by this morning (how could I not?), and the photo doesn’t do it justice. It is spider paradise. It’s a spider commune. There are all kinds of bugs living in the compost, and all over above them is a dense communal spider web, packed with spiders. I’d suspected it from the first picture, but I stuck my face down there and confirmed it — Steatoda borealis, the Northern Combfoot, which I’ve occasionally found while prowling about town, but this was the Mother Lode. I got a few closeups of one of their number in their web.
Usually, Jenny By-The-Front-Door is huddled up inside her nest, and at best I see a waving leg or three. Tonight, though, she made a rare appearance. Isn’t she beautiful?
I really want to dig into the intricate pigment patterns on Parasteatoda abdomens.
