Since we took out our storm windows and replaced them with screens last May, our bedroom’s bay windows have been supporting families—no, whole villages—of arachnids. There pickings must be rich four stories above Lake Shore Drive, because some of our spiders are quite large. Often we’ll wake up in the morning and notice one right at the center of its web, like a picture in a children’s book. We also notice the victims: stuck, smothered in spidersilk.
Luckily, I’m not scared of spiders, and have a live-and-let-live attitude about them. That is, I have a live-and-let-live attitude about them when they stay where they belong, on the outside of the window. Those which find their way indoors tend to meet an unhappy fate, unless they’re very fast.