Those of you within complaining distance know about the black widow infestation we have had at our house (outside, thank the Lord). I held out as long as I could, but after finding seven in one day I called the exterminator. After his visit, I found this one (dead) and took the opportunity to get some pictures. Haven’t found a live one since, so I’m hoping we’ve seen the last of them!
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Nice paper texture. Dead things R kewl!
I love the shadows in these images. If I could just get past the fact that it’s a spider… Dead spiders freak me out almost as much as live ones. In fact, I have a long history with dead spiders. When I was little, I flipped open the lid on this metal sugar bowl (that was supposed to be empty!) my mom had to reveal a large dead spider. More recently, there was a dead spider in the stairwell at Harcourt, which I passed every day for several months until someone finally swept in there. I expect them to come alive at any moment and start chasing me!
Spiders are scary, especially when they’re unexpected (dead or alive). That sugar bowl experience would have freaked me out! I don’t know why spiders are so frightening–so few of them are actually dangerous, and most are even beneficial, munching up other bugs that are more bothersome to humans. But there’s something about them that’s just spooky! What is it?
It’s the legs. Tiny, spindly, bone-esque legs, that end in sharp, pokey ends. Spiders are harbingers of death, because they look like they’re made of bones, the symbol of death (think about the skull and crossbones on poison). And, deep down, most people are afraid of death.
Kara thinks its the way they move, stealthily, and can move from a “dead” state to a very rapid one without warning.
Those are both excellent theories. Hmmm…it makes sense.