I am sad to report that our pet spider and mother of up to one thousand babies, has died; withered away really (see post when we first met this marble orb weaver). Last weekend I noticed she had three legs on one side missing, possibly eaten by another spider while she was in her weakening state? Or did they drop off? Anyway, I have checked on her several times a day, but today I knew the end was near. She began to lose all her colour and then began to shrivel up. I assume a day is a long time in a spider’s life. She has made her home in our rosemary bush since January of this year, and ultimately showed no fear of us; at first she would scurry away, but then she got used to us and just hung upside down in the middle of her fantastic web waiting for a honey bee to get trapped in it. (see earlier post about this amazing spider) Her eggs are still in their cocoon, I am not sure when they will emerge. We have been privileged to watch this amazing spectacle of nature for so many months. I guess she has lived a much longer life than her mate whom she most likely had eaten straight after mating. I used to be terrified of spiders, but not any more.