Laid on her Tuffet
Sleeping the morn away...
Along came a text
From Mr. Muffet ... About the Spider that lived in the wreath on the porch...
Her web had been growing for weeks and weeks, yet she never showed her face...
We found the remnants of her carnage... ensuing an irreversible sleep to those crossing her path...
poor Cicada...In the end she lost, we sprayed her with some bug sauce... and now SHE is the one sleeping on the porch.
(EEEK! This is post carnage after a liberal spray with bug spray... This is ALL body... the tennis ball gives you a little perspective on the size.)
Yep... Tell-tale red hour glass on the tummy... this is one mean biatch. Scary thing is, There is no telling how long it was living on my porch, with many nights entering with the porch light off... *shivers* GROW-DEE.... Yet, how cool is that?
