More purple, and cobwebs

It's only now occurring to me that I wore a purple bow yesterday.  Oh well!
I have a buddy on Failbook that loves spiders more than just about anything.  When I wore my last spider bow she dern near had a cow, declaring that bow as the most beautiful thing I'd ever worn.  I'll bet money that she'll like this one too.

As I said in that last spider post, my feelings about spiders have mellowed as I've aged, but I still hate the feeling of walking through a spider web...or worse, REACHING into one without knowing it was there!  I don't want to get bitten by a spider frightened and irate at the destruction of its home, and I don't like destroying its home!  Oh yeah, and I hate picking that stuff out of my rather ample eyebrows, as is the case when I walk through a web.

Spider's webs are part of the thing that helped me respect spiders more, believe it or not.  They have eight skinny little legs with no toes or grappling hooks, and yet they mince about on those tiny threads with zero problems.  I have a devil of a time controlling my own two legs, and balancing on a rope?  I'll leave that to the Wallendas, thank you.  But spiders don't even have to learn how to walk on silk.  They hatch, and they know how, end of story.  God's little creatures truly are great.

Silky love,
RagingMoon1987

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