Photography And Half-Thoughts By Mitchell Hegman

...because some of it is pretty and some of it is not.

Sunday, June 15, 2025

Webby

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.

—Mitchell Hegman

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