Sitting on a lawn chair on the front balcony, reading Slaughterhouse-Five, or The Children's Crusade: A Duty-Dance With Death, I absorbed every single ray of light possible through the thirsty skin of my t-shirt-clad arms and glassless face. I was reading the introduction to Wildhack when an orange U.F.O. fluttered in circles around my book. It landed on my left thigh. The orange ladybug. It looked exactly like the one I had seen an hour earlier.
Mr Wonderful and I were leaving the house for Sunday brunch when we discovered a foot wide spiderweb near one of the balconies of the building, stretched-out five feet above the lawn. In the middle of it was its creator, a thumb wide insect, waiting. As we slowly walked forward, we looked back one last time at the little wonder and saw an orange dot fall from the sky onto the target. "Did you see that?" I asked. Back at the foot of the altar we watched life twist before us. "It's dead now." he said while the spider wrapped its lunch. "Not yet." I added. So quickly and delicately the creature webbed the ladybug within a fine silk cocoon. "It will be soon enough." We left the scene, avoiding the bitter end.
Sitting on the lawn chair on the front balcony, I looked back searching for the rest of the story but all that I knew had disappeared. All that remained was one long silk wire between a simple narrow green blade of grass and the tip of a water pipe. On it, slowly making its way up, an orange ladybug.
Mr Wonderful and I were leaving the house for Sunday brunch when we discovered a foot wide spiderweb near one of the balconies of the building, stretched-out five feet above the lawn. In the middle of it was its creator, a thumb wide insect, waiting. As we slowly walked forward, we looked back one last time at the little wonder and saw an orange dot fall from the sky onto the target. "Did you see that?" I asked. Back at the foot of the altar we watched life twist before us. "It's dead now." he said while the spider wrapped its lunch. "Not yet." I added. So quickly and delicately the creature webbed the ladybug within a fine silk cocoon. "It will be soon enough." We left the scene, avoiding the bitter end.
Sitting on the lawn chair on the front balcony, I looked back searching for the rest of the story but all that I knew had disappeared. All that remained was one long silk wire between a simple narrow green blade of grass and the tip of a water pipe. On it, slowly making its way up, an orange ladybug.
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