I recently noticed someone new in the flowering vine that is twined around my porch rail. She is probably not new at all. I just hadn’t discovered her yet. She is so well camouflaged that I might not have ever seen her, if it weren’t for the large bright meal she was enjoying one day.
I was sad for that butterfly, but saw this breeding pair nearby, so hopefully there will be many more on their way.
Now I can’t walk up my front steps without looking for the little crab spider. She is always there. She made it through Florence’s winds and sits waiting in her favorite flower cluster.
I haven’t seen her eat anything else. She just waits, in this odd yoga-like pose that looks horribly uncomfortable.
I never see her move. Insects crawl by: an ant, a mosquito, a tiny bee, a fly- I’m not sure if she’s just waiting for something better or if she’s not hungry. She is probably just waiting for me to leave.