Friday the 13th

The day had come and gone with no photo, when my husband suggested I take one of the black widow out on the front steps. Before he sprayed it with spider killing juice. We went out and, sure enough, he was waiting patiently in his web. I tried to get the best shot I could in the darkness, but somehow the shots seemed blurry. My husband yelled as I tried to get closer, because he could see that I was only about 1/2" away from the web. He knows that often, when the web is disturbed, the black widow "jumps" onto whatever is near. That would have been me! I later realized that the blur I thought I saw was actually the shadows of his legs on the stones, essentially doubling the number of legs on this fearsome creature. Maybe next time I can catch the red violin on his torso!