“Probably.”
A Dew weaver of The Jumpers
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She is smaller than your smallest fingernail and has the social confidence of a mayor. Flea hatched on a daisy and decided immediately that the world was full of friends she had not yet waved at.
She is standing on a leaf edge waving her pedipalps at a bumblebee, a human, and a passing cloud, in that order of enthusiasm. The wave means hello. The wave has always meant hello.
She will lay a clutch of eggs tinier than poppy seeds and guard them with a fierceness that defies physics. Her daughters will be small. Her daughters will be fearless. Her daughters will wave.
“Or so Flea claims, waving her pedipalps in demonstration. The Unspun neither confirm nor deny it, which is the closest they come to belief. Zebra has added it to her fence-post report as: fascinating, probably harmless, under investigation.”
Flea waved at the thread and the thread waved back.
Eight eyes forward, zero fear. The jumping spiders wave at large animals, dance for love, and solve problems the web-weavers never think of. The peacock spiders are undefeated.
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