We've been away for a couple of weeks - soaking up the sun, and a little bit of rain, in West Sussex. In our absence squatters' rights were claimed. He seems to have moved out now, which is just as well, since I believe as of today his presence is deemed illegal. I watched him work his way around the walls leaving his silken threads in a trail behind him like some kind of eight-legged Hansel and Gretel. Finally he found a suitable place to set up home, which was pretty much where he started. (This leads me to suspect he may actually be the Gretel, rather than the Hansel!) Once settled he just hung there in the middle of his little kingdom and waited...
Suspense
His trap is set.
Eight legs waiting on six.
Life hangs by a thread.
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