It’s getting awfully webby out there.
Desiree and I overnighted at the
cabin again, and summer is nearly upon us. As you move through the woods and
brush, you constantly feel the whisper of tiny webs brushing your face,
lassoing the bare skin of your arms. Sometimes you can spot a gossamer thread
stretched long through the air—but more often, not.
This is the work of young spiders—and
possibly some variety of caterpillar or wiggly worm on a quest.
I’ll grossly understate things by
saying I don’t enjoy walking into spider webs. I think that’s better than
admitting to quiet panic. To soften the experience, I try to imagine the webs
are spun by worms or caterpillars instead.
As a personal favor, I ask that all
you amateur entomologists play along with this idea—even if you know full well
no such bugs are afoot this time of year.
Thank you in advance.
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