I'm not terribly squeamish when it comes to spiders, but I don't particularly want to get up close and personal, and so, putting the bell down carefully beside the spider, I mentally noted that I should get some tissue paper and remove the deceased invertebrate as soon as I had finished setting stuff up.
However, although the spirit was willing, and the flesh wasn't particularly averse to careful arachnid disposal, my brain was absent without official leave, and I completely forgot...
...until the start of Mass. As the server, deacon and celebrant approached the sanctuary, I looked over to where the bell was positioned... and discovered that no spider was anywhere to be seen...
Does anyone know if spiders "play possum"?
Please, dear Mac, have a thought for those of us who read your blog regularly but have a horror of s*****s! No more pictures of them - please! At least, not without a warning first.
ReplyDeleteMmmmmmm. Lip-smacking, crunchy spiders, particularly good with deep-fried courgette flowers.
ReplyDeleteI think spiders do play possum but usually they retract their legs so they look like a black blob (that's the scuttling house ones).
If it was a dead spider or a spider skin it's likely the slightest draught would blow it away.
Did anyone look inside the bell?
It was alive and well on Tuesday behind the organ...
ReplyDeleteHave ever wondered why your town is called 'BlackFEN'? I bet that's a raft or a wolf spider, straight off the fenland. Uggggghhh.
ReplyDeleteI have it on good authority that certain arachnids have an enzyme which allows a "cloaking" function in the epidermis akin to the attribute of chameleons. The spider in any case had not moved, but only become invisible. It is quite a feat of adaptation, really.
ReplyDelete;-o)