Oh the Web We Weave

There is a spider that has woven a giant web outside my front door. He has been very successful in catching large insects. A beetle. A cicada that was twice his size. I can only assume that the spider is devouring these creatures. Yesterday morning I took the web down, but the spider hid and survived. Last night it was back in the center of the web. Waiting. Today I went out and saw the new web was still there, but I didn’t see the spider. If this were a movie – and sometimes I’m not sure that it’s not – I would have turned around and the spider would be behind me. And it would be the size of a large dog.

The Curtain of Morality

The women of ancient Dubrovnik were proper. They wore skirts that covered their ankles. Showing skin in public just wasn’t done. The walkway to the church went uphill and the balustrade provided a perfect view of their ankles to the men standing below. This became a gathering place for men on church days. Officials filled in the spaces between the columns so there was no longer a view. It was called the curtain of morality.