My sister and I are beginning the difficult task of going through my father's things, and trying to decide what we can bring back to the US, and what we should leave at my stepmother's house for the moment. Our first task was sorting through the contents of his office, because these items are being stored in an unprotected damp shed.
Even after a very short time in storage, everything is covered in hedgehog poo, and crawling with big hairy spiders. This orange spider ran across a book I was moving, and made me do the hopping-up-and-down Spider Dance. It may look small in this photograph, but I assure you that all of these spiders are gigantic.
Blog readers know that I'm not a wimp about spiders. But these are too much for me. They're really fast-moving. We're wearing plastic grocery store bags on our hands, because everyone knows that's exactly the right protection from the horror of hairy spider feet, when you can't borrow gloves that haven't also been sitting out in the open. Having been introduced to the local spider population, I'm not about to stick my fingers in any glove that wasn't stored inside.