The web glittered under the early morning sunlight, waiting for the perfect chance. Waiting for an unfortunate insect to become the spiders' next meal. It had taken almost all day for her to weave the beautiful web, and now she hid in the thick cover of the grass, patiently waiting. The soft buzzing sound of insect wings was loud in the air, but none landed on the web. Suddenly, the long strands of silk connected to the web started to vibrate under her feet, indicating that something was caught on the web. The mosquito struggled in the strong hold of the web, unable to get free, and the spider quickly scrambled onto the web to retrieve his next meal. Moments before she reached her meal, something else disturbed his web.
The child's parents just left the house for work, and he wandered off into the yard, his intentions set as stone in his mind. Seeing what he wanted to see, he prodded the wooden stick at the nearly see-through web as he watched the spider crawl towards the mosquito. It was a small black spider with a red spot on it's underside that resembled an hourglass. Perfect for his collection of spiders. With one hand, he held the stick, in the other, he held a clear plastic tube, it's cap off. Skilled hands set the open tube behind the spider, not yet touching the web. He dropped the stick and grabbed the lid of the tube, which was lying next to his feet.
Sensing danger, the spider suddenly dashed towards the safety of the grass.
The boy shoved the tube towards the spider, managing to catch a leg between the cap and the tube as he attempted to capture the spider. Seeing that the seven-legged spider had escaped, he reached out with his hand to grab the spider.
The sensitive hairs along her body sensed something smooth and warm touching her. Knowing that it was a matter of life or death, she whirled around and sank her fangs into the soft flesh, but it was too late.
Moments before he caught the spider, the boy felt a spasm of pain shoot up his hand into his arm. Ignoring the pain, he pinched the spider between his fingers, accidentally killing it. Now, the spider was a mess of black mush, and the boy, feeling a bit disappointed, rubbed the remains on a blade of grass, closed the tube and returned to his room.
Feeling drowsy, the boy decided he did too much of his math homework and lay down on his bed. Grabbing a book about spiders, he subconsciously flipped through the pages. Suddenly, he found it hard to breathe, and he realized that he forgot to take his medication. After using his puffer, he felt a little better. Still finding it hard to breathe, he curled up on his bed and fell asleep.
The boy's parents returned home from work that day. It was dinner time, and no matter how she yelled, the boy wouldn't come downstairs for dinner. Getting angry, his mother stormed upstairs and threw open the door. The boy was lying motionless on his bed, his face pale as a ghost.
That evening, the boy was sent to the hospital. The doctors had no idea what happened to him until it was too late. The boy didn't come back from the hospital.
That evening, it rained. It was a heavy rain that drenched the ground and soaked through the soil. The web was gone, and so were the last traces of the spider.
