A net of silk suspended in the sky,
Unseen by all save highly train’ed eye,
A pest to most but welcome here in my
Small garden on volcanic mountainside.
When we were young, we used to catch ants and feed them to grass spiders. Watching the spiders emerge from their woven tunnels to dance around the helpless ants before pulling them into the darkness was utterly fascinating, and although to this very day, we still get the heeby-jeebies whenever we find a spider crawling on our skin or clothing, we have always maintained a deep appreciation for the trappers of the world, because without them, earth would’ve been overrun by flies and mosquitoes eons ago.