Last night I dreamed of spiders….lots of spiders.
Crazy big spiders, tiny tiny spiders, spiders of all shapes and sizes; spinning webs here and there and everywhere.
Spiders creep me out. I know! I know! They are an important part of the ecosystem.
But once when I was a young child my mother was bitten by a Black Widow Spider and almost died. It was a long, slow time of recovery for her—and I never forgot it.
Then several years back I was bitten by a cousin of the Brown Recluse spider, which resulted in a hole on my forearm.
I dream that I had to walk through their webs, while the spiders were spinning, climbing, hunting and even snacking on their victims.
I remember going to a drive-in movie show with my parents where the two features were THE SPIDER and the second one The Fly
I spent the whole time crouched on the floor in the back of the car.
It was a long night.
I’m so glad it’s morning and I left behind those thousands of eyes, round as marbles, in their sticky paths of silk hanging in the air….watching.
I guess I was just way too tired when I went to sleep.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,