Written for https://crispinakemp.com/2024/01/03/crimsons-creative-challenge-269/

I hide in the depths of murky water until the human moves on by. It can go either way. You trample grass, escaping, does more damage than you think. The other will take me in their hand, removing me from my safe place.
Despite the fear, being a spider has its benefits.
Making my silk web strong and flies won’t be aware of the trap until they are stuck firm. Early morning is my favourite. The frost almost glows. Human’s loathe being up before sunrise.
The only company I have is the ladybird next door. She eloquently soars. Scarlet wings peppered with white globes of hope.
Our habitat is beautiful. Please, you are ruining the countryside with your rubbish. Although, this vase is a comfortable home. Deep, dirty liquid is the perfect hiding spot. When you do find me, I curl tight.
When you escape, I scramble out, with tentative steps.
That is a lovely piece, Diana ❤ well done!
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Thank you.
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Nicely told. I really could hear the spider’s tale.
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Thank you, a spider’s story
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If only spiders were able to talk, and do they have a phobia about humans?
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Oooh, how intriguing! I wonder how the spider will fare once its quiet! Would love to read more about his adventure!
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🙂
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Nice 👌
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I would think the spider has every right to have a phobia of humans… They are not at all trustworthy 💜💜
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A sweet story Diana
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Thank you.
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You’re welcome
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I love this. It echoes my all-too-frequent rant, and especially where this little treasure was found… on coastal dunes with a much ignored yet fantastic community of plants
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🙂
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🙂 🙂 🙂
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