I have a smattering of knock-out rose bushes right off my deck. They start at the bottom of the deck stairs. Guess what likes to hang out on my roses, right at waist level, at the bottom of my stairs?
Creepy, but beautiful at the same time. And that's really saying something. I'm VERY afraid of spiders. I have to admit, however, that this one is full of such vibrant color and detail. Even I can appriciate it's appearance.
As long as it doesn't touch me.