These days I can’t walk through my garden without hanging up on spider’s webs. Annoying? Well, yes, but I take pleasure in the creatures. We installed new railings in front of our house this summer, and already the garden spiders have colonized them, building magnificent two-dimensional castles.
I like to think of my garden as a jungle harboring carnivores. That’s what spiders are: top-of-the-chain meat-eaters, miniature wolves.
Speaking of wolves, I am glad they have come back in certain parts of North America. My sympathies to ranchers, but even they, I suspect, take some pleasure in a world that still harbors wild and dangerous creatures. I like it when an occasional mountain lion or bear wanders into our neighborhood.
Those are outliers, however–not really residents in my suburbia. Spiders, however–they prowl and prey as savagely as ever just outside my door. They are not welcome in my house, any more than a wolf would be. But they are welcome in my garden, though I doubt the feeling is mutual.