...how the babies are doing. Yes, you do; you just think you've had enough of those dratted spiderlings, but their besotted Auntie has to talk about them again. So just humour her, and she'll shut up eventually.
Anyway, the group moved overnight. About 4 feet away, upwards to the end of the washing line. It was difficult to get a closer view of them without risking a cascade of startled little creatures onto the camera. I don't think this is the entire group either; I shall instigate a search party later. Oh yes, this is serious monitoring!
Some of them are becoming adventurous, and striking out alone.
Just don't get into my laundry, little beast. You're intended to become a garden spider, not an ironing board casualty.