Funny creatures, those little things. This one - or at least its fellow tribal members - seems to have taken a liking to the table on my terrace, where I eat. They jump incredible jumps. They also give me unwanted worries: I stack the chairs at night to prevent the wildlife - usually feral cats - from using the seats as safe houses or hidden command posts from which to spot the early birds or, possibly, on which to make noisy cat love when that time is due. As the spiders also like to spend time on the frames of the chairs, I try to avoid making them the meat in a leg sandwich as I stack them. I don’t even like spiders. We used to have lots of large ones that would come up from the gardens at night, but as we had a sprinkler system installed some years ago, the water seems to have discouraged them. A nice, unexpected bonus.
