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Originally Posted by Lal
having had to break a fabulous spiral spider's web today in order to get to the dustbin. I have loads of Orb Weavers in my garden and there was a monster sized one (you could see her eyes) that had made a web right in the way, no way of ducking under it either. So i had to break the poor thing's web.
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Which reminds me ...
I assign that awful tickly and rather creepy sensation that you get (or at least I get) when you walk into a strand of spider web at head height.
Every morning, I cut across some woodland near our house on my journey to the station. The place is alive with Orb Weaver spiders, some of them (like the specimen identified by Lal above) veritable monsters. So much so that I have taken to nicknaming the place Mirkwood.
In any event, at that time in the morning, most are trailing their webs in commencement of the web-building process and so the path through the wood is transected by numerous webby strands and, in some places, fully formed webs. Having walked into such strands on numerous occasions, I have taken to picking up a suitable stick at the start of the forest path and holding it in front of me until I reach the road on the other side.
Luckily, the path is not well-used. But were you to happen down it on a weekday morning, you would be confronted with the strange sight of a bespectacled gentleman, rather like a latter-day (although slightly taller) Bilbo, wearing a suit, carrying a briefcase in one hand and waving a stick in front of him with the other ...
