For a few months each summer, I live in a cottage in the west of Ireland that is unoccupied for the remainder of the year. When we arrive in June, every nook and cranny is occupied by one or more common cellar spiders, Pholcus phalangioides, sometimes called “daddy-long-legs.”
Articles with Spiders
Silken snares
On crisp autumn mornings the meadow is a universe of galaxies: spider webs made visible by dew. Star-strung spirals suspended on glistening threads. Tangled silk mats in the grass. Silver funnels, with a spider waiting at each funnel’s black throat.