I absolutely hate spiders. They are so creepy. They scare me to death. The beauty of Sarasota’s Jungle Gardens is that all the creepy stuff is out of reach, behind glass or fencing. Except when it isn’t. On a stroll through the gardens, the pathway snaked right past an impressive eye-level spider web with the spider at home tending to his captives. Mr. Spider had deftly encased them in his deadly silk for a future dinner. Ugh! I feel much safer among the lions, leopards and cape buffalo right now in the middle of Tanzania.