Leaving church last Sunday, I found this guy staring at me on top of my car trunk. He is miniscule but my natural fear of spiders makes me very aware of their presence around me. In fact, just today, I had to make Jeremy pull over into a neighborhood after Thanksgiving with my family so we could toss out a large yellow spider.
And by “had to make” I mean freaking out and demanding while simultaneously whimpering and pondering the onset of spider doom on my vulnerable skin.
Maybe the fact that I fear these little guys also makes me want to photograph them. I mean.. they look right at you.
I try to imagine this meme when I am encountering spiders:
It kind of puts a face on them. Kind of.