Snitville

I found Peter Parker, my own little spider man, sulking in the corner.  For a couple of days I'd been too busy in the barn to catch flies for him and his buddies and he obviously was in a snit.  Usually when he'd see me he'd run to the middle of his web and make it fairly dance with anticipation.  Yesterday he turned his back and ignored me.  I don't take rejection well, so sat while Esther was eating her cereal and attempted to curry favor with a tiny arachnoid by trapping a couple of flies.  As sometimes happens, trying too hard results in failure.  I had to settle into the chore; it takes patience.  Finally, just before Esther finished her last bite, success!  It seems the affections of a spider can be cheaply bought for the price of one little morsel.  I was forgiven.