The Red Hour Glass



Little Miss Black Widow with her wonderful sac of babies (upper left hand corner), has found herself a home on my front porch.  I'm not too sure how I feel about that.  Momma, I am fine with, she is one (relatively) little spider.  It's the thought of ALL those little ones scampering about that creeps me out.  Yuck.  My time is slipping through the hourglass.  I need to make a decision about the eggs:  do they stay or do they go?  
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  1. carmacarmeleonJune 25, 2010 at 9:17 PM

    You are much braver than I am. I would have had Michael out there with a shoe before you could scream "BLACK WIDOW!!!!"

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  2. TomeHillJuly 3, 2010 at 11:43 PM

    Burned the egg sacS today, yes plural: drove me over the edge. She made a second sac, and NO was the resounding answer. She can stay as long as she wants, maybe, when I learn what old is for a black widow, I will let her have a few babies to replace her.

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