I come from a region where mosquitoes eat spiders, not the other way around--to me, Portland's prolific arachnids are otherworldly. I wonder at the row of dew-glistened webs, seemingly as sturdy as the iron fence they line. I admire a spider's keen sense of place--this is mine--when it spins a web between lawn chair and table umbrella, garbage can and gate latch. I respect how the spider and web I remove one morning from my kitchen is back again the next.