Day 154: Misumena vatia (Crab Spider)was identified for me by a friend who knows about such things. Me, I steer as widely as possible from anything with eight legs, so I nearly jumped out of my skin when part of the forsythia stepped forward for its portrait. It's not that I'm afraid of spiders, although it took a while for me to decondition myself from a dread instilled by my mother who panicked at the sight of even a small one. She grew up in Black-Widow country, so you could hardly blame her. Still, I like some warning that an encounter is forthcoming. If they take me by surprise, I freak. It's an odd thing for a naturalist to admit, but although I know they're helpful in the garden, I don't really like them.
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