Proud to be the first to comment! Who wouldn't want to expound on spiders? Not I! In our drafty tumbledown Victorian hovel there is an ecosystem of sorts and spiders play an important part. They wander in and out through points of ingress and egress unknown. Being Buddhists we dislike killing them so arrange to trap and export them, persona somewhat non grata, to the great out-of-doors where likely they find things congenial but also, if the weather be chilly, find their way back in again.
What part do they play? Depending on the season, we have very tiny ants who have their own ports of entry, pursue their aims, and are generally ignored by all. Then there are the small clothes moths, again seasonal, who flutter about and are exceedingly adept at evading human capture but who can be eaten by the spiders. Then there are those myriapede beasties which may ingest spiders or moths as the case may be- I'm not at all sure. Finally there are the lumbering humans, chasing none, eating none, just attempting to keep the harmonious little house from being overrun. What could be nicer?
Nothing could be nicer - spiders go about their business and we go about ours ... doffing our metaphorical hats as we pass on the way to who knows where.
A great read
Excellent article. I'm fascinated by spiders and harvestmen. The only time I don't like spiders is when I find them somewhere totally unexpected.
Proud to be the first to comment! Who wouldn't want to expound on spiders? Not I! In our drafty tumbledown Victorian hovel there is an ecosystem of sorts and spiders play an important part. They wander in and out through points of ingress and egress unknown. Being Buddhists we dislike killing them so arrange to trap and export them, persona somewhat non grata, to the great out-of-doors where likely they find things congenial but also, if the weather be chilly, find their way back in again.
What part do they play? Depending on the season, we have very tiny ants who have their own ports of entry, pursue their aims, and are generally ignored by all. Then there are the small clothes moths, again seasonal, who flutter about and are exceedingly adept at evading human capture but who can be eaten by the spiders. Then there are those myriapede beasties which may ingest spiders or moths as the case may be- I'm not at all sure. Finally there are the lumbering humans, chasing none, eating none, just attempting to keep the harmonious little house from being overrun. What could be nicer?
Nothing could be nicer - spiders go about their business and we go about ours ... doffing our metaphorical hats as we pass on the way to who knows where.