Every year, I befriend a garden spider, or two, name them, and relegate them to the role of shepherd/shepherdess of my pesky garden bugs. Pictured above in his carefully folded rose leaf home, is King Henry VIII, a large beauty who did ample service during the summer of 2008.
The following summer I had Haddasah, a real beauty of pure white with a slight raspberry pink stripe on each side of her abdomen. She was gorgeous, dainty and was as elegant as a spider could possibly be.
Joining her a few weeks later was a black hopping spider named Zipporah, a swarthy dark lady with a rather furry complexion, and one who fiercely guarded her babies. She was too savvy to be captured by a shutter.
This summer, I found another mammoth garden orb spider who was eating her weight daily in unwanted bugs, perhaps even a rodent or two, judging by her size. Her name is Esmerelda. She is lovely, just as long as she stays in her neck of the woods (translation: eaves!)!
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