Now, I am a spider living in on a plant in the front garden. On the drive I see a car and the door mirror and think “that’s for me!” So I climb down the plant walk across the drive, up the wheel, take a leap of faith to the suspension, across the wheel arch, out onto the wing, across the door and up into the mirror.
Why?
I don’t remember this being in Darwin’s theory.
Why do they do it?
Do they like going out for a ride around the countryside?
Hosepipes don’t shift them neither does a compressed air blast. Cunning little devils.
One of lifes mysteries I suppose.
There is supposedly a special breed known as Arachnid Landroverus that lives in Solihull!
Perhaps there is now a special breed for us too?
Last edit: 21 Aug 2013 09:04 by Zee Zee Top. Reason: Can't spell door
Zee Zee Top wrote: Now, I am a spider living in on a plant in the front garden. On the drive I see a car and the door mirror and think “that’s for me!” So I climb down the plant walk across the drive, up the wheel, take a leap of faith to the suspension, across the wheel arch, out onto the wing, across the door and up into the mirror.
Why?
Don't you just hate it when you climb on board and get a face full of cobweb.
Now, I am a spider living in on a plant in the front garden. On the drive I see a car and the door mirror and think “that’s for me!” So I climb down the plant walk across the drive, up the wheel, take a leap of faith to the suspension, across the wheel arch, out onto the wing, across the door and up into the mirror.
Why?
because it's spotted that scoop on the bonnet which you kindly keep filled with snacks :silly:
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