A few Sundays ago, we were leaving for dinner at my mom's when I noticed a quite elaborate spider web spun from my side view mirror to the door handle. The creator of this web was not visible, and I was somewhat saddened to see some little critter's handiwork blown to bits when we got on the highway.
I came out the next morning to leave for Mass, and there was another web. This time, the spider was resting in it. I thought the jar of closing the door would awaken it, but it seemed content to stay where it was. Then I thought perhaps it was dead, but alas, as soon as the car took off, the spider scurried up the web and into the well of my left side-view mirror.
It has been about three weeks since that Sunday and every morning, I come out to the same thing - an elaborate web in which are trapped all kinds of creatures only a spider could find tasty. I even find myself slowing down to allow my new friend an opportunity to creep into the safety of the mirror well.
Someone told me I should kill the spider, in case it's of the dreaded brown recluse variety. For all I know, that "breed" of spider does not even exist. Nope, not going to do it. Any spider that could survive a daily round-trip commute on I-95 with me behind the wheel deserves every chance to live.