silverthorne

And I'll let your poor flists rest.

So, along with the resident anole, I apparently have earned a resident jumping spider. I was informed of this great event when the little guy came springing out of the depths of one of my computer desk shelves and landed on the CD rack...and then the printer-scanner...and then one of the speakers...and...well you get the idea.

Now, normally, a spider in the house (especially one that has the termidity to jump at me) is either due for a rude eviction, or, sadly, if there is no cooperation from said arachnid, a quick, apology-filled death. They bite, you see. It's Texas.

But...this was a little itty bitty tiny guy, all black with turqouise tipped mandibles and legs and eyes.

And he was cute.

And, okay, he looked like the jumping spiders I played with back in New Jersey way back when...where we would wave and scuttle at each other and...

Okay. You'd have to get jumping spiders to understand.

Anyhow, so I watched the little guy until he finally scuttled off out of sight, and was happy do to so. I like the jumpers. And he won't bite (me, at least), and I have fruit gnats from the bananas...and I know he'll catch and eat those.

So, now, I have a spider.

I wonder what I should name him?