A Black Feather, A poison pen... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- whatever a spider can More arachnid drama in the upper corner of the bathroom by the medicine cabinet, my associate, the daddy-longlegs fresh off of its triumph over the jumping spider, has company... a much bigger longlegs almost comparable in size to the previous tenant who occupied the spot before i got sick. So far they are both still alive although things were looking pretty hostile when i first spotted the two of them, feel and chase, feel and chase and now a bit of a standoff. i am wondering, as i think of the sight of the larger one down in the lower section of webbing manufaacturing a web-ball of some sort, if this isn't a precursor to the playing out of he great biological urge, the completion of which will see one furnish repast for the other upon completion of the act but what a way to go, though, eh? in turn the mother spider surrenders lifeblood to the brood sex and death, death and rebirth so much of the world summed up in the simple metaphor of a spider's web 9:35 p.m. - 2002-09-14 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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