is the cyclosmia (or ravine trapdoor spider), and its incredible abdomen looks
like an ancient coin! This genus of spider lives in burrows, and it
uses the hardened disc at the end of its abdomen to clog the entrance
when it’s threatened. They live in the Western U.S. and Mexico, and Eastern Asia.
So, we don’t kill spiders in this household, we either leave them alone or escort them out to the front field where they can be free and happy. A few have made webs in set places (like George in the bathroom, who guards our toilet paper, and Bethany, descendant of Beth, who has a tiny web above my bed). I like my spiders.
Tonight, I’m lying here trying to write a damn story, and there’s this FLY buzzing around my room in the dark, blundering into everything and generally being an obnoxious little shit, every once in a while finding my screen just to be extra intrusive. Then suddenly it stops, and I just hear buzzing in one place. over and over.
I turned my light on and sure as shit, Bethany had it in her web and was working her hardest to silence my foe.