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Yesterday I was at the Old Courthouse in York, PA waiting for my boyfriend to deal with some stuff. It was going to be at least 2 hours, so I sat around and drank crappy coffee, looked at the poorly maintained structure and read pretty much every interesting sign I could find. I went outside to sit and saw a spider web, so I started walking around the two "deck" areas looking at all of the wrought iron railing for spiders. Tons of babies of all different species, nothing super interesting. A couple of lady bugs, a stink bug (ugh. the smell) and a few moths. Then I found what I am ALWAYS looking for, a little bitty jumper. It looked like a Platycryptus of some sort. Maybe undatus. So I gently poked him onto my hand and hung out with him for a while. He was bopping from hand to hand, and would make a crazy leap of faith into the air and suspend himself from my hand with a web. I'd scoop him back up and watch him more. He was so entertaining, looking at me, investigating my fingernails like they were so alien to him. Then he sat there cleaning himself. All the while I'm standing in front of the courthouse. This went on for about 15 minutes before a random lady came over and asked if I was okay. My response was "Uh yeah... just caught a little jumping spider, wanna see?" She said No, that she just wanted to make sure I was okay.
It was then I realized I was standing in front of the courthouse, waving my arms around like mad (catching him as he jumped), talking to "myself" (the tiny, pretty much invisible spider), and walking in circles ( to head him off when his web took him in weird directions with the wind).
I'm not sure she believed me, she didn't want to see the spider. She also didn't go inside and tell security that a crazy woman was outside supposedly playing with a spider. Urban spider hunting looks a lot like being insane, apparently.
It was then I realized I was standing in front of the courthouse, waving my arms around like mad (catching him as he jumped), talking to "myself" (the tiny, pretty much invisible spider), and walking in circles ( to head him off when his web took him in weird directions with the wind).
I'm not sure she believed me, she didn't want to see the spider. She also didn't go inside and tell security that a crazy woman was outside supposedly playing with a spider. Urban spider hunting looks a lot like being insane, apparently.