Spider Lair Part III

On Monday as I was getting ready to ride my bike to work, I discovered another messy little web on the outside windowsill of my kitchen window. There was also a perfectly formed, round little funnel in the corner. Due to my recent research and experience with spiders, I recognized this immediately as the signature web of a black widow. I cautiously walked over to the windowsill to have a closer look, but could not see the spider.

Being the curious cat that I am, after I arrived home from work yesterday evening, I decided to have another look. There, nestled comfortably in the little funnel web, was another black widow spider. It was small, and it looked a little brown. It appears to be a juvenile. I have named her Cala. For now, to be safe, I will assume it's a female.

I am not sure whether I should kill her or not. It's not like I spend alot of time outside next to the kitchen windowsill. She's not technically in a space I use, and there are no spaces or entryways for her to get inside the house through that windowsill. She's just trying to survive, and eating the bugs that would otherwise pester me.

Still, it's a little unnerving to have found not one, but two highly venomous spiders in my back yard area. Normally, I do not like to use pesticides. I don't like to kill living things in their own environment. Not even bugs. But I am tempted to spray them all down with something, just because I am worried that when the weather starts to get cold, they'll want to come on inside and make themselves at home, where they will be a bigger threat to me and my little fuzzy wuzzy kitties. Also, the fact that I found the corpse of a brown recluse spider on my living room floor today is making me to feel even more apprehensive than before. So I am afraid I will have to spray them. At least, I'll have to spray that backyard area and the perimeter of the house.

But I am afraid. I am a scared little wussie about this. HA! These are the times I wish I had a big brave man in my life to do these things for me. Though, some of the 'big brave' men in my life, in the past, were even more afraid of spiders than I was! At least I'm only afraid of the black widow, not all spiders.

I guess I could always call my dad. He'd do it for me. God, what a baby I'd be then! Thirty-four years old asking my daddy to come over and kill the scary spiders.

HA! Pathetic!!