Where have they all been hiding? One minute it is just the odd spider scurrying across the floor (and of course our resident goliath population in the potting shed led by Wolfgang the Mighty), the next you can’t move for webs and lurking beasties. A particularly contrary creature has made his home across the door of the greenhouse and several, if not a million, times a day I walk into this web, inevitably followed by “urgh!” and waving arms and picking bits out of my hair. Not sure who is daftest, me for forgetting he is there or him for continually rebuilding across a main thoroughfare. I expect it is me.