It sounded like someone dropped a thickened-by-fungus toe-nail on the surface of the deck beside me.
Okaaay…WHAT was that?!
There beside me lay a big black beetle.
Hokey Dinah where did this creepy insect fall from?
I looked up.
No obvious answer.
Now my curiosity was heightened.
I started scanning the exterior wall of the house.
So, I looked at the beetle.
It had landed on its back, it’s wings trapped beneath a squirming body of black.
I zoomed in.
Poor little creepy insect.
Its feet were bound by what looked like a minuscule cotton ball.
Something had hog-tied the beetle!!
What a crazy sight of genius!
That poor ugly beetle couldn’t free itself even after I turned it over on it’s belly!
My wheels were spinning.
Do I “flick” it off the deck or do I try to save it?
I decided to try to save it, (okay whatever, so I had nothing better to do!).
I took the end of my pen and tried to slide the cotton ball off its feet.
O my! “No can do magoo”!
That “cotton” was NOT coming off!
I had an instant recollection of Frodo Baggins (Lord of the Rings) wound up in a spider web.
The beetle continued to struggle to get free.
I finally managed to remove some of what I now knew to be a spider web, not a cotton ball.
But with its removal the beetle stopped moving.
I poked it.
Turned it over.
“Lassie went home.”
The Black Beetle was dead.
So I flicked him off the deck.
I later found a spider web containing three huge egg sacs.
Mr. Black Beetle was intended to be breakfast, lunch and dinner for a few days I think.
So much for the spider’s feast.
In stepped “The human”.
I messed up the food chain, by attempting to be Dr. Dolittle.
Leaves me with some wondering …what does the spider think of me?
Perhaps tonight I should close my bedroom window….?