You’ve probably heard of that OTHER amazing spider person… I’m not talking about him. I’m talking about me. There’s a disturbing new trend in my walks with Moose and Lally.
A few days ago, the dogs wrapped me around a tree. Nothing new, really — Moose goes one way, Lally goes the other, and I have to do some quick juggling before we walk on. I ducked underneath a branch after swapping the leashes and… walked face first into a spider web.
Being the brave, unflappable individual that I am, I screamed something like GAH or GUH and ducked away. This isn’t the first time I’ve walked into a spider web. But the very next day, it happened again! The dogs went on two different sides of another tree. I juggled the leashes around and went forehead-first into a web — then spotted the spinner sitting on the web, ready to take a chomp out of the biggest, wingless fly ever to land on a web. Lots of screaming and flailing ensued. Of course the dogs thought this was a cue for barking, romping, and jumping around. They’re good helpers.
I’m actually pretty amazed (and impressed) that I didn’t break that second web. That’s some sturdy web spinning! Then again… I don’t want to meet that spider (or that web) again. I’ve heard tales of poisonous spiders — did I just escape a dangerous bite? Or is my imagination getting away with me? Maybe a little more of the latter, than the former. Maybe a little of both.
In any case, I don’t want another meeting of face and web. It’s icky and sticky and tickly. I’ve taken to walking with the leashes in one hand and the other hand stretched out in front of me — in case of webs in my path. Maybe I need to just watch where I’m going.