spiralsheep posted a link to a science article, today, about
wee little spiders who hoist shells into the treetops bushes to live in. And that reminded me of the sheer spider!love I often feel, and also of this essay that I wrote for the
Art Garden years ago, for the theme "animals." Based on the cultural reference I stick in the title, I think I must have written this for the Autumn, 1990 gathering (or maybe the summer of '91), recalling an event that happened a few years before.
This was the archival piece that Irene O'Garden picked for me to read for the
Art Garden 20th Anniversary, btw. Note that I was reading this aloud, and could trace what I was describing with my fingers as I read.
( Warning: Do *not* click if you have arachnophobia, srsly )