Seems like a baby boom of Daddy Long-Legs's in our yard this summer. Ms J thinks I'm crazy when I pick them up to scoot them out of our way, but they're such lovely creatures, and their tiny sticky feets feel so tickly in my arm hair.
BTW, did you know there are two sorts of Daddy Long-Legs? There's the spider, which we have so many of just now, and then there's the insect, which I grew up around in the Northwest. The insects have an unfortunate habit, a la the crane fly, of losing legs under the slightest stress. A useful survival mechanism, perhaps, but challenging for the human who's trying to relocate the creature out-of-doors.