The broom outside my door ...

An old-fashioned straw broom stands outside my front door, next to the recycling containers and the bowl of dog toys.

However I don't think I'll  be using it for a few days as it has been commandeered for another purpose.

Hundreds (nay, perhaps THOUSANDS) of teeny, tiny, eensy, weensy, baby, Yellow Garden Spiders are using my broom as a nursery.

They cluster together (for warmth ? security ? comfort ? ) until some jerk human gently blows on them...

and then they scatter as fast as their microscopic legs will allow.

Some of them run an inch.  Some run as much as two or three inches, before,  like "drones" separated from the Borg collective, they feel drawn back to re-join their little cluster.

But rather than being  "Seven of nine", our little wayward drone,  might be "237 of 460",  as egg sacs can contain up to 1,200 eggs.

 I can't imagine the logistics involved in planning their family reunions !