AnnaApollonia

I saw a long-legged spider on the kitchen floor, crouched between the trash can and the stone counter. It looked lost. I took a glass and maneuvered it outside onto the terrace, gently depositing it on a leaf of the Red Robin. The night was chilly. I went back in and observed the spider through the kitchen window. It didn't move and looked cold and miserable. I decided it was a she and named her Esmeralda. After half an hour, I took her back inside and looked for a potential mate, without success. When I put her on the kitchen window shelf, she let herself drop to the floor and crept into the corner next to the fridge. Worried that she might get accidentally crushed, I picked her up again and put her on a houseplant. She seemed to enjoy it and stayed there for the rest of the evening. The next morning, she was nowhere to be found, and I started to panic. She was sitting next to the dog's water bowl. No place for a spider, I decided, and made her move into the closest corner, where