Purty, ain't she?
Yes, I knew immediately what kind she was. . . . No, I didn't ask her to roll over so I could see her belly. The red I could see was close enough to giving me the idea of the black widow red hour-glass on her belly without closer inspection. This was more than close enough, thank you very much.
I saw her right after I'd pulled the fencing down from around the tomatoes and was preparing to roll it up. Oh. Eeek. I'm feeling fine, though, so I'm assuming she didn't bite me. It seems you've got to keep your wits about you when you're weeding, engaging in aubergine rescue operations, and otherwise playing in the dirt!
It's a dangerous world out there.