There is a spider in my garden weaving perfectly geometric webs every night. She builds them over my herbs, so I have avoided the basil in an effort to protect her hunt. I admire her diligence and patience. She builds, waits. Bullseye center, she bounces with the the breeze, feeling for the slightest tremor. She trusts that if she is patient, dinner will come. If she puts in the work, there will be reward. When an anchor of the web is clipped, she makes quick work of rebuilding. She’s self-sufficient, self-reliant, just fine. If a male appears, expecting copulation, she might oblige, but then she’ll eat him.
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Chomp!
HA! Brilliant