Out in the barn, on the concrete floor, I looked down and saw what appeared to be a small moth with Grand Daddy Long Leg legs trucking along across the floor. Turned out to be one of those spindly rascals packing a dead moth on its back. I disturbed it in my interest, and it dropped the moth and took off. I put the moth back in front of the spider, and she appeared to be thinking about scooping it back up, but just then the dog got involved and wrecked the whole scene. Ill be damned if that wasnt all a little miracle for my worn out soul tonight. Wish I could provide video evidence, but it doesnt tend to work that way.
Posted on: Mon, 22 Sep 2014 03:43:48 +0000
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