I had a visitation recently by an extremely large spider. In my bedroom, on the curtains, right before bedtime. I didn’t think of it as a visitation at first, more like an invasion. It vanished before I could locate a trap large enough for it. My usual Lee Valley one was not going to do the trick. I needed a wide mouth mason jar and a honkin’ piece of cardboard. It has never returned. When I looked up the meaning of spider in one of my animal medicine books, it said spiders represented the great mother, weaving the web of life, creating new life. Given my recent move and my obsession with weaving of late, I am now feeling quite differently about that visit. Would prefer she stay out of my bedroom though and have stated it very loudly, hoping I have her ear, or rather hairy leg.