Where are my Curds and Whey?

When I arrived home the other night, I stepped up to my front door with my head down, looking for my keys. I unlocked the door and stepped up again (favouring the left side of the doorway as I always do) to enter the enclosed porch. It wasn't until I turned around to close the door that I noticed what suddenly seemed impossible to miss.

A spider, the size of a Canadian loonie, had spun a masterpiece that blocked over a third of my doorway. Being shorter, and having a tendency to step up to the left, I was spared a face-full of cobweb.

Now that I was inside looking out, the spider and I were at eye level, and I was in awe.

I spent ten minutes or so taking photographs of the little artist and his beautifully crafted home - with flash, without; one angle to another. I thought I would share some of the results with you.

Yetch, my boyfriend, asked me if I played around with a photo editor to make them show up this way, but these photos are completely unaltered (besides changing their original size).

I explained to the little guy (the spider, not Yetch) that I couldn't have him blocking my main entrance, and apologized as I gently disconnected his palace from the door jam, and set him aside. I felt bad about it.

This morning I looked out my bedroom window and noticed one of my lawn chairs in the backyard had a new (unmistakable) tenant. I'll try not to evict him again.