While waiting for birds to show this morning, I noticed a web on a dead plant, and shot it to check the light. After a while, I got to wondering, what was that? So, I did the time-honoured ape thing, and poked, very gently, with a stick. Baby spiders! They are incredibly tiny, much smaller than they look in the photos. All photos are 1500 x 996, click for full size.
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Baby spiders are the cutest things ever! Plus (if you’re the right kind of bird or frog), delicious!
Johnny Vector:
Yes they are! They are all tucked back into compact spider balls again.
I once found one of these baby spider balls and poked it, and they all spread out, and then I watched them conglomerate back together again. Adorbs!!
rq:
That’s what happened, and yes, adorable!
Very much adorable. Good thing you checked the light with these little fellows.
This happens in my basement, sometimes.
Rugby scrum!
Do they dance the Haka?
blf
Yes, but you have to have spider ears to hear it. Quite fearsome!
When your grated Parmesan cheese starts growing legs it’s time to worry.
The flamethrower carried as protection from horses also works fairly well on the mobile stage of the parmesan, albeit if you wait so long they start running around (horses or parmesans), you usually also get a nice topping of roasted village. The mildly deranged penguin suggests serving with Paprika and a robust Spanish vino as an interesting alternative to the usual sun-dried tomatoes (or, if you’re in a hurry, flamethrower-dried tomatoes) and olive oil with an Italian vino.
Caution, this process may cause BCB’s.
No, not so much Burnt Crunchy Bits, or even the Bangladesh Cricket Board (albeit that would explain a few things), rather IHOP (Incinerated Horse Or Parmesan). Well, doesn’t actually cause IHOP, rather just sort-of goes with the territory. Or rather, goes up with the territory, horses, and paramesans, usually as smoke.