Who among us does not experience at least the tiniest twinge of fear upon glimpsing that eight legged anatomical wonder scurry out of sight between the folds of the bed sheets or the crack between the couch cushions? Spider liquifies the innards of her prey and sucks them dry. Spider’s limbs function with hydraulic rather than muscle power. Spider often beheads her mate in her post-coital rapture? rage? hunger? boredom? (difficult for me to infer where exactly she’s coming from on that one). Spider makes her own yarn and knits impossibly delicate traps in precarious and treacherous locations.
Spider undoubtedly possesses super powers. If it isn’t fear I feel for her than its certainly a generous heap of respect and admiration.