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The second night we were in the house I saw a tiny spider, no larger than a pinhead, catch a mosquito-hawk’s leg in its web.
The hawk was ten times, no, more like one hundred times, the size of the spider, but it could not get it’s leg free of the sticky web. I watched in close-up horror in our new family room as the mosquito-hawk struggled for its life and the spider methodically fastened first one leg, then another. It climbed over the hawk, ignoring the hawk’s seizure-like, panicked jerkings.
I could not watch the finish. I walked away and am now avoiding that corner of the room.
Yes, I know abdicating territory so quickly to the other side does not bode well for future negotiations. I will try summon up additional courage soon … or, I will send in the S.O. to deal with it instead.
