Saturday, September 29, 2012
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.