tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150670299444200192.post5148637897109078826..comments2024-01-27T08:30:23.540+00:00Comments on Sans God: Pretty little arachnidjamonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18272740536152837140noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150670299444200192.post-23447533340052838102008-09-14T03:21:00.000+01:002008-09-14T03:21:00.000+01:00This comment has been removed by the author.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150670299444200192.post-4673784002271089872008-09-12T11:38:00.000+01:002008-09-12T11:38:00.000+01:00Around here, they call them Cross spiders, because...Around here, they call them Cross spiders, because of the markings. I don't like the connotations, so I use <I>Araneus diadematus</I>. Even if I'm not posh.<BR/><BR/>:DSusannah Andersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11923063322849781223noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150670299444200192.post-53313379510239874212008-09-12T09:03:00.000+01:002008-09-12T09:03:00.000+01:00Incidentally, she was a European Garden Spider. O...Incidentally, she was a <A HREF="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Araneus_diadematus_(aka).jpg" REL="nofollow">European Garden Spider</A>. Or Araneus diadematus if yer posh.jamonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18272740536152837140noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150670299444200192.post-86087006741704477202008-09-11T21:26:00.000+01:002008-09-11T21:26:00.000+01:00Lurking in between the fence and a small, potted f...Lurking in between the fence and a small, potted fir tree in my back garden.<BR/><BR/>She would skitter into a dark hole between fence planks if you blew on her. Otherwise she sat in the very center of the web. Proud as punch.jamonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18272740536152837140noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150670299444200192.post-7009390200711676942008-09-11T21:22:00.000+01:002008-09-11T21:22:00.000+01:00That's a fair size. Habitat?That's a fair size. Habitat?Gonehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17979621132151870323noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150670299444200192.post-50096330822547603042008-09-11T21:04:00.000+01:002008-09-11T21:04:00.000+01:00Thanks Weeta.RE txtng yoofs, ur right. LOL and al...Thanks Weeta.<BR/><BR/>RE txtng yoofs, ur right. LOL and all that malarkey ;-)jamonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18272740536152837140noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150670299444200192.post-80161810126918834672008-09-11T21:00:00.000+01:002008-09-11T21:00:00.000+01:00Great colour!I just noticed your profile blurb; "A...Great colour!<BR/><BR/>I just noticed your profile blurb; "A dog, whilst out and about, spends much of its time searching for evidence of other dogs. Once found and duly investigated, it douses said marker in joyful celebration that “I AM HERE!” ... In this drop it whispers, “I was here.”"<BR/><BR/>Reminds me of a texting teenager on a dying battery. Except that the dogs figured it out long before the cell-phone people did.Susannah Andersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11923063322849781223noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150670299444200192.post-7255263875774861242008-09-11T20:52:00.000+01:002008-09-11T20:52:00.000+01:00She was perhaps an inch across including legs.She was perhaps an inch across including legs.jamonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18272740536152837140noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150670299444200192.post-1371427665910634032008-09-11T20:46:00.000+01:002008-09-11T20:46:00.000+01:00How big's little?How big's little?Gonehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17979621132151870323noreply@blogger.com