Anyone who's read this blog for long doubtless knows my feelings for things arachnid—which, to put it mildly, is coolly lackadaisical. Yes, I know their usefulness in the natural scheme of things. So long as they keep their goings-on beyond my threshold, we can peaceably coexist. However, I will not tolerate them in my house; those which choose to trespass are swiftly terminated.
With that said, I must now admit I find some spiders cute. Not those hairy, nightmarish monstrosities with fangs the size of ten-penny nails! Good Lord no! I'm talking itsy-bitsy spiders, particularly those found inside flowers. That's where I found the funky little spider in the photo—alert and set up for ambush inside the throat of one of the day-lilies at the end of my drive.
Isn't it cute…for a spider, of course?
Though I believe in "knowing your enemy," when it comes to spiders, there's just too many to learn by name. However, I'm pretty sure this is jumping spider, maybe Paraphidippus aurantius. I don't know what my behavioral contradiction means, except that size does matter sometimes—in which case if I were an ant or fly, I doubt I'd find this eight-legged death angel cute in the least.
All things are indeed relative…