The Spider

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p id="e652">I don’t know if she feels my presence through the glass. Does she see my big human head observing her in the silence of the night? Is she afraid when I open the window and shake her house, disturbing her little country spider lifestyle? I wonder. Where was she born? How old is she? Is she in love?I must have fallen on my head. I never thought I’d feel friendship for a little spider. Would the lockdown start messing with my brain again? Am I now conversing with a small hairy animal that actually terrorizes me? This little spider is adorable… as long as she stays on the other side of my window!I remember when I was little and it was bedtime in the camping tent I shared with my older sister. We would go on a mission with our flashlights, a quiet mission since we were sitting in our sleeping bags, looking for any spider that would want to share our bed for the night.“The little beasts do

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n’t eat the big ones”, my mom used to tell me to reassure me. Well, I can tell you that knowing this has never stopped me from being afraid. Me, the country boy, almost born in a large garden, in a small village in the middle of the fields, terrorized by the smallest little bugs.Hey, I had nothing to do with it. It’s still hard to find a safe side to a spider. Ask me to catch a grasshopper with my bare hands, and I won’t hesitate for a second. Parade me around with a blue dragonfly on my shoulder, and you’ll see me all smiling. Offer me a blue Argus on my hand, and I will fall under the spell. But please leave the spiders behind the glass, I’ll feel better.Well, that’s not going to stop me from going back to see my new friend. I find her so elegant when she moves on her silk threads. I just hope she will be gone when I decide to clean my windows to enjoy the starry sky and my tender moon even more.</article></body>

A story of a budding friendship

I am in love with a little spider that has taken up residence in the corner of my kitchen window. I have been watching her for several days. A little being that I would have savagely crushed in cold blood a few years ago, and that I admire today every night under the moonlight.

During the day she seems to sleep, curled up in her cocoon of silk threads in the corner of the window. In the evening, I see her fidgeting and coming and going on her carefully woven threads between the glass and the wall of the house, threads so fine that I can hardly distinguish them.

I don’t know if she feels my presence through the glass. Does she see my big human head observing her in the silence of the night? Is she afraid when I open the window and shake her house, disturbing her little country spider lifestyle? I wonder. Where was she born? How old is she? Is she in love?

I must have fallen on my head. I never thought I’d feel friendship for a little spider. Would the lockdown start messing with my brain again? Am I now conversing with a small hairy animal that actually terrorizes me? This little spider is adorable… as long as she stays on the other side of my window!

I remember when I was little and it was bedtime in the camping tent I shared with my older sister. We would go on a mission with our flashlights, a quiet mission since we were sitting in our sleeping bags, looking for any spider that would want to share our bed for the night.

“The little beasts don’t eat the big ones”, my mom used to tell me to reassure me. Well, I can tell you that knowing this has never stopped me from being afraid. Me, the country boy, almost born in a large garden, in a small village in the middle of the fields, terrorized by the smallest little bugs.

Hey, I had nothing to do with it. It’s still hard to find a safe side to a spider. Ask me to catch a grasshopper with my bare hands, and I won’t hesitate for a second. Parade me around with a blue dragonfly on my shoulder, and you’ll see me all smiling. Offer me a blue Argus on my hand, and I will fall under the spell. But please leave the spiders behind the glass, I’ll feel better.

Well, that’s not going to stop me from going back to see my new friend. I find her so elegant when she moves on her silk threads. I just hope she will be gone when I decide to clean my windows to enjoy the starry sky and my tender moon even more.