Yesterday when I came home from my walk, my arms and ankles tangled with spider webs, I shook my hair and a spider fell out and onto the kitchen floor. I chased her around and gently caught her and carried her back outside to make another web for me to blunder into tomorrow.
Her cousin, a larger brown spider, has built a web outside my kitchen window and I have been watching her every morning with interest. Today, though, I see my window spider lying dead on the ground. Is it that time of the fall when spiders die? Already? Or was the end of her life violent? I am an incompetent god.