The roaming reporters for rashbre central have advised me of the excellent news that this weekend is officially spider hunt weekend.I had no prior knowledge, but it turns out the buglife charity has organised spider spotting complete with a groovy spider spotting guide.
Fortunately I preserve the anonymity of rashbre central's exact location, because it could very well be an epicentre for bug spotters based upon the recent bathroom discovery. Anyway, by using their reference pictures, I'm pretty sure that the bathroom spiderettes are descendants of pholcus phalangioides - daddy longlegs spider (not daddy longlegs the insect).
Why?
Because I eventually found the parents skulking in corners of the same room.
The squat little hoppy spider that hides around the wires by the computer is presumably a common zebra jumping spider and the ones on the outside of the windows look like true window lace weavers and slightly larger garden cross spiders.
The one with the thundering hooves in the garage is probably a hairy legged house spider.
Or an orc.
Anyway, armed with my new knowledge, I decided to conduct a small rescue operation for the ones in the bathroom. A strawberry jam jar, some A4 paper and about ten minutes of activity has seen most of them migrate back to outdoors.
I have a feeling that some of them will be back.
love spiders
