“There’s a web like a spider’s web,
Made of silk and light and shadows,
Spun by the moon in my room at night.
It’s a web made to catch a dream,
Hold it tight ‘til I awaken,
As if to tell me, my dream is all right.”
Since I was a kid I’ve been fascinated by Cat Face spiders. I used to find them around the outbuildings at my grandparents house and I couldn’t take my eyes off their huge horribleness. They are what I always imagined Charlotte to be and I can’t make myself kill them. They reach full size, about the size of a large marble plus legs, in the late summer and early fall. Sometimes they are so big their web isn’t strong enough to hold their weight and they fall, breaking like an egg on the ground.
As an adult I’ve let them live in my house with the understanding that they have to stay in their space or be sucked up by the vacuum. My kids were threatened with severe pain if they killed my spiders. For several years I had one in the window right over my bed. They have also lived in the kitchen and living room.
This year I have one in the bathroom. Last night I spent an hour watching her spin a web using my asparagus fern and the shower curtain rod as anchors. This morning when I went in the bathroom she had spun three perfect webs, one right in front of the other. They are glorious and I wish I could get a picture of them, but no matter what I do, they don’t show up. I’m amazed at the beautiful craftsmanship…how DO they know how to do that?
I can’t believe my roommate hasn’t noticed her and freaked out. I probably need to hang a sign telling him to keep his hands off my spider. Then again maybe he’s waiting for me to see her and freak out, in which case she’s safe until her web won’t hold her anymore.