This is truly the peak, or maybe just past the peak of spider season. They are absolutely everywhere. Sadly, I haven't seen nearly enough of the big orb-weavers, but there have been lots of widows, black and brown. This is a black widow male who had made a nice home for himself right over our front door. At Michael's urging, I got rid of him, but not before taking his picture several times. The yellow stuff is my broom.
The hour glass.
He really was a handsome fellow. In a hideous sort of way.