Why you close up shop so late?
Jul. 28th, 2004 11:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ventaWandering into the toilets at work yesterday, I observed that Mr. Jones, Spider had taken a brief holiday on the other side of the cubicle, by the cistern.
Closer investigation revealed that in fact he hadn't; he was still in his web. Another spider, Mr. Smith was ambling casually across the cistern. Still further investigation demonstrated that setting up web just along the wall from Mr. Jones is Mr. Wesson. It seems that the ladies' toilets is becoming quite the fashionable place for a long-leggedy spider to live.
Looking at the webs in close proximity suggests that there are in fact very small flies, or other insects, which are caught there. So perhaps it's not quite the impractical place for a web that I formerly imagined.
Some crawling round this morning located Mr. Smith's abode: behind the toilet, where the waste pipe joins the wall. I did try to take some quick snaps of the Spiders, but they all seem to have sited themselves in corners too dark for my phone-camera to handle.
Mr. Jones withdrew in somewhat haughty diginity when I attempted to point a camera at him. I apologised, of course.
Closer investigation revealed that in fact he hadn't; he was still in his web. Another spider, Mr. Smith was ambling casually across the cistern. Still further investigation demonstrated that setting up web just along the wall from Mr. Jones is Mr. Wesson. It seems that the ladies' toilets is becoming quite the fashionable place for a long-leggedy spider to live.
Looking at the webs in close proximity suggests that there are in fact very small flies, or other insects, which are caught there. So perhaps it's not quite the impractical place for a web that I formerly imagined.
Some crawling round this morning located Mr. Smith's abode: behind the toilet, where the waste pipe joins the wall. I did try to take some quick snaps of the Spiders, but they all seem to have sited themselves in corners too dark for my phone-camera to handle.
Mr. Jones withdrew in somewhat haughty diginity when I attempted to point a camera at him. I apologised, of course.
