m-i-a is m-e-o-w

Sadly the spring tryst is over. The missing-in-action gray, tempted away from her boring routines by the sleek black, is back. It's once again meowing to get breakfast. It's once again keeping an eye out for Fritz, the neighbor dog. It's once again facing the dull realities of living with limited brain power hearing decline.

Better to have loved and lost...as the saying goes.

Black is gone, too.

Way beyond Charlotte

We're way beyond Charlotte Web, the early spider who evoked literary vibes with me. We're now down to hard core agression and capture with this specimen hiding behind the barn.

This does not make me think of sweet stories for children about little piggies on idyllic farms in New England being rescured by clever arachnoid brains.

I don't see a brain here. I see a pin point dedicated circuit hard wired for conquest. I see empire. I see Hollywood terror. I see fools in an oil rich desert, not knowing the climate will change in a few weeks and all that armor will fall and be kicked aside by the natives.

Well, I also see yellow design on an abdomen. Is there a similar creature within webbing distance whose heart will melt upon seeing this fine belly?

Hey, I was just trimming back a few grape vines. What made me think war? Is it time I move to Canada and see this as art?