Look who’s hanging out at my place! Spiderlings! Isn’t that a great word?
On the weekend, I found this little cluster of what appeared to be eggs. Then I noticed the eggs had legs. A (gentle) poke with a twig sent the whole bunch scurrying into square dance mode. They’re very pretty; yellow, with a black triangualar patch.
Kept trying to lure the family and neighbours over to admire them. Oddly, no one seemed to share my enthusiasm. They gave me that why-on-earth-would-I-want-to-look-at-a-big-bunch-of-baby-spiders-are-you-crazy-geez look. It was sometimes accompanied by an Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeew!
Turns out these are the spiderlings of the Cross Orb Weaver Spider (Araneus diadematus).
Last year, I captured these shots of Mum, or perhaps Aunty Spidey or even Grand’maman, also hanging in the garden. You can see why they call them the Cross Orb Weaver — see the lovely cross-shaped markings on her abdomen.
I believe we need to love our spider pals and learn to appreciate their beauty. They do good work in the garden.
And now I have a billion babies.