No, we don’t know why we picked that name. It just seemed to fit.
This is our dock spider, up in Haliburton where dock spiders – the largest species in Ontario as it is – appear to be on steroids up in the Highlands. Worse, Cassandra just had babies, so she’s very protective of her space. And her space, of course, is our dock. Which means she spends all day guarding her unseen brood below our dock, with Cassandra on top of our dock keeping watch and daring us to set one foot on it.
Which means we don’t use our own dock…
Which brings us to this past weekend – a lovely weekend it was, and we had some of our krew up for the day on Sunday. And one of our member enjoys the water so much, nothing was going to stop her from taking a dip on a nice sunny day – and certainly not a dock spider. Cassandra-pashandra.
Thus, with a quick crack of a towel, Cassandra is in the water without – we think – one of her legs, which remained on the dock for a split second and then dropped into the water. Or maybe it was a small stick, we don’t know. Be that as it may, we thought that was it for Cassandra.
Fat chance. Even without one of her legs, she swam back and disappeared under the dock. We haven’t seen her since.
Our friends are now safely back in Peterborough. So are we.
We have to go back, y’see. It’s our crib up there. And we’re beginning to realize that as, well, ‘pretty’ as she is, we felt better when we could see Cassandra. Now we can’t. We don’t know where she is.
Well, we do…she’s underneath, waiting for us to come along to bail out the paddle boat. That will be her opportunity to pounce and consolidate a lifetime of nightmares in one split second.
And we thought lakefront was better than a pool. Silly us.
It’s been nice knowing you…