R.I.P. Georgette

Well, our "freak of nature" spider had died. And I'm probably about the only one odd enough to confess I am sad to see it go. Actually, my kids are sad too. Not that I really would have gone to far as to LOVE it and HUG it and call it George (or Georgette, in this case), but it really was very fascinating to watch every night, and our back door was bug free too.

I find myself, like Wilbur in Charlotte's Web, hoping that one of her children someday graces our back entrance area with its web so we can again enjoy the evening spinning and catching of a nocturnal orb spider.