She looks like a cobweb spider, but hunting instead of web catching.
rqsays
It’s a crab spider, I believe. The fly was either already dead or in paralysis, and the poor spider was having issues maneuvering it around the rose bloom. In the end, I accidentally knocked the flower with my hand and the spider lost the fly in a petal crevasse. No dinner for you, Spidey! (Sorry.)
rqsays
I believe crab spiders are ambush hunters as a general rule, though…
blfsays
I believe crab spiders are ambush hunters
You stole the dinner of an ambush hunder!?
The spiders are gonna be paying you a visitambush to let you know just what they think of dinner thieves. Indeed, the spider who lives on the back of my monitor is jumping up-and-down, shaking and waving all legs, and either screaming curses or doing the haka. Yoose is ins troubles!
rqsays
blf
I’ve rolled up all the newspapers. I is ready.
ledasmomsays
Crab spider! So pretty. My mother’s garden in Uniontown had lots of these, and they would go all sorts of pastels: pink, peach, yellow, pale green. They are delicate little things, and look at this one with the (relatively) huge fly.
Kengi says
Oh wow. Nice catch!
She looks like a cobweb spider, but hunting instead of web catching.
rq says
It’s a crab spider, I believe. The fly was either already dead or in paralysis, and the poor spider was having issues maneuvering it around the rose bloom. In the end, I accidentally knocked the flower with my hand and the spider lost the fly in a petal crevasse. No dinner for you, Spidey! (Sorry.)
rq says
I believe crab spiders are ambush hunters as a general rule, though…
blf says
You stole the dinner of an ambush hunder!?
The spiders are gonna be paying you a
visitambush to let you know just what they think of dinner thieves. Indeed, the spider who lives on the back of my monitor is jumping up-and-down, shaking and waving all legs, and either screaming curses or doing the haka. Yoose is ins troubles!rq says
blf
I’ve rolled up all the newspapers. I is ready.
ledasmom says
Crab spider! So pretty. My mother’s garden in Uniontown had lots of these, and they would go all sorts of pastels: pink, peach, yellow, pale green. They are delicate little things, and look at this one with the (relatively) huge fly.