The web stayed that way for a few days and the spider did not catch anything. Then I saw it taking down its web and I thought: Finally! It's come to its senses. It's given up on this risky speculative venture.
The spider was methodically plucking the strands away with its teeny legs, but it was moving slowly, like an exhausted Boy Scout dismantling his tent stake by stake and pole by pole.
Packing up after a long stay somewhere can be a tedious and depressing project. I decided to help the spider along, and speed things up a bit. I traced my finger along the edge of the toilet bowl, slowly, giving the spider a chance to scurry away. But it did not flee from my hand; it merely sidestepped out of the way. I don't know whether it had grown to trust me, or was simply too tired to be worried about things that were too big for it to do anything about.
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HumorHighest Ranking: #1 in Humor [FEATURED, SEPT-OCT] An idealistic poet refuses to budge from the last parcel of land a developer needs to acquire in order to build a shopping mall. (Literary satire with pop culture references and environmental theme...
