Wolf Spider

The boys were chopping firewood and found this spider under the wheelbarrow.
They turned the wheelbarrow back upside down, left the spider alone and used another wheelbarrow that was spiderless.

When I was four years old we lived in a scary-old, antique-old, so-very-old farmhouse, with ten foot ceilings, creaky staircases, an attic, a cellar, and ghosts.

I remember like yesterday the night terror of the giant spider that I so clearly could imagine spreading it's giant legs across my bedroom ceiling.

Today, at fifty, I am no longer afraid, but instead fascinated.