Mirror, mirror . . .

I don't know what it is about my bathroom, but the local spiders just love it here. Last season, I had a Daddy Longlegs convention that took up residence in varying numbers, the largest amount being 23 of the bobbing little beings at one time. Utilizing my Catch-and-Release program, I relocated them to the abandoned travel trailer out front, but they just kept coming back. I don't know what this one is, but he missed out on the trailer, as they came and disposed of the ratty thing over the summer. He just got thrown outside into a creosote bush in a rather unceremonious fashion. Handsome little fella, though, don't you think?