Spider, spider…

I quite like spiders, little ones that is, especially those with stripy socks. I don’t mind spiders at all out in the garden, and they do build the most wonderful constructions, their webs are just amazing! To think what they make is purely functional, and yet is so beautiful too.  I confess I don’t like the very big hairy spiders which sometimes invade our house – but I shouldn’t be such a wimp, they are as nothing compared to the huge and poisonous species there are in other countries.

Apparently, spiders are actually araneae, that’s the taxonomic order that they are; everyone knows they have eight legs, and even the little ones have fangs… that sounds beastly! What is worse their fangs can inject venom into you… I guess the little ones have tiny fangs which can’t penetrate our skins, or maybe they are very nice, kind polite spiders who wouldn’t think of biting anyone who wasn’t harming them. I can’t quite understand the difference between them being araneae and arachnids…. maybe I need to ask a biologist. Spiders live everywhere in the world except  the South Pole, and its amazing to think that there are over 44 thousand species! good heavens!

My featured picture is of a really giant spider in the courtyard of the Hauser and Wirth gallery in Bruton, Somerset.

here is a little ditty my father used to say – I have no  idea where he got it from, some music-hall comedian I guess!

Spider, spider on the wall
Ain’t you got n shirt at all?
Ain’t you got no dicky-dirt?
Blimey, ain’t you cold?

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