I found this hunter spider on the compost pile, only because of the turquoise egg sac. When I first scooped her up to get a picture, she dropped the “ball’, so I put her down and she ran and grabbed it. I have a good rapport with spiders, which relate magically to the number 8, infinity, and creation.For a long time there was a Black Widow living under my chair in the gazebo,, but I never bothered her. I think this momma is pretty cute, especially with her false face abdomen.
A nice fat spider apparition in early March.