At last, I have a spider story to tell. One morning last week Mark went outside using our front door and shortly thereafter called me to come and look. Right outside the door was a large spider; including the legs I'd estimate it to be one and three-quarter inches long. Its back was bumpy, which we commented on. Mark gave it a poke and immediately there were lots of little spiders running around on the cement. At first we thought they were ants--but then we realized the spider had been carrying her babies on her back! I did some research and found out it was a wolf spider (pictured below with babies on its back). So far I haven't talked to anyone who knows anyone who was bitten by any variety of spider--but people respect them down here.
Here's a poem I like that I found on the spider web site I consulted. It's speaking from the viewpoint of the mother spider.
Wolf Spider by Matt Welter
You tickled me with your 800 teensy legs
crawling up my own.
Worry not, my tiny garnets,
if you fall off I'll rush back
and let you climb upon me
hind leg to abdomen.
Your plush seat awaits you,
reserved upon this mother coach.
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