An Unfinished Web: Worrying About Belle

Day before yesterday, Belle started her web.  I watched for a while and then took the dog for her walk. When I came back, the web was still there, unfinished.

I couldn't find any trace of Belle last night, either, and her web is still there. Both nights I saw her before, she tidied up the web. I wonder what became of her?

It's a troublesome side effect of watching spiders, this business of semi-adopting them.

There's a selfish side to this, I admit: Belle was at eye-level and large enough that I could get a look at what she was doing. The smaller ones weave so quickly, I can't see.