In the unofficial calendar of the Pacific Northwest, somewhere between Juneuary and snowmageddon, spider season sits in wait. Just as the leaves start to turn and the fuzzy scarves come out of storage, our eight legged friends start to pop up everywhere. Hear me out, though: our annual influx of spiders is…not that bad.
Despite their numbers, spider season is due to just two main arachnids. The indoor giant house spider sports a name that isn’t doing it any favors, while the European cross orbweaver, who lives outside, at least sounds like a character in The Wheel of Time. Like so many among us, both
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