I have met a spider
His name is Palpy Pete
He has a hairy tummy
And hairies on his feet
He’s living by the kitchen
He’s living in the hall
He’s right where I can see him
He’s right there on the wall
I think he seems quite friendly
I think we could be chums
He’s not nearly big enough
To bite me on the bum.
This is, in fact, a Lace webbed spider, a common species with, like many spiders, a strangely romantic name. We don’t get the more common house spider in our cottage, only these ones. The size of the palps leads me to think he’s a male, and he joins the various other creatures sharing our home in being subject to the indignity of a human name. For a while we had a lady Amaurobius similis in the kitchen, called Ophelia, but she vanished several weeks ago, when the temperature dropped. This is the first spider I’ve seen in a while.
I don’t put them outside. They’re indoor spiders, and they’d just come back in again.