I leaned in, icy water dripping down my arm, to peer at the cluster of rusty brown harvestmen on the the back of the house. They scattered as the mist from the hose wafted over them. There were small, clearly immature ones as well as large ones. There were also several kinds based on body color; but the dominant variety is the rust ones. I have always liked them. As a child I would pick them up and let them walk on me. They are harmless and tickle as they dance over the hairs on your arm. I still pick them up. They are the non-spider spider. I mean, although they are arachnids they are not spiders. They do not spin webs and do not bite. They are common and I seem to be having a bumper crop of them this year.
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