Three days ago, when I accidently walked through a spider web and ended up with what was probably this very spider stuck on my leg, I did not think of Wilbur.
I screamed. Loudly. I shook the little guy loose and tried to gather my composure and hoped the neighbors hadn’t heard.
Today the spider made a wiser choice of web placement, and is no longer between my car and my back door. He or she will have a much longer writing career in this location.