Imagine my excitement when I moved the couch and found this spider web filled with dead flies on a windowsill. The spider herself was nowhere to be found, but damn, she’s been busy.
I am fortunate to be married to a man who doesn’t even blink when his wife, upon finding a mass grave of bugs in the house, says, "Wait! Let me get the camera." I asked if we could keep them; Scott agreed that they could stay until next time we vacuumed. Given the fact that the Roomba doesn’t do walls, I think my enterprising spider is safe for a while.
And now I learn that one can actually buy houseflies on the Internet to feed to their pet spiders. What a glorious world we live in.