My Wingman

Meet My Wingman. So called as he lives in the wing mirror of my car. Wherever I go, he goes. Not that he has a choice.

Every morning I go out and he has built a beautiful web from the mirror to the door handle.

Every morning I put my hand through it and ruin it.

Sorry Wingman.


P.S. Apologies to arachnophobes. Would you believe I am actually one myself? The slow cure......photograph them.