Mark called me to the shed on Saturday and pointed to the roof. "What is it" I asked. "Baby spiders" he said. "Every black dot is a baby spider". And true enough when I looked closely every black dot was moving. The photo shows about one third of the spiders.
And as we spoke some were already abseiling from the roof and landing on Amy's old dolls house.
I'm not frightened of spiders. I've held a tarantula a couple of times. But I don't want hundreds of spiders living in my shed.
So Mark gently scooped them and their web onto a cloth and laid it in the garden so they could crawl away.
It was quite fascinating to see.