“Zebra has been watching you for some time and finds you a fascinating, enormous landscape.”
A Dew weaver of The Jumpers
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She was the runt of a spring clutch under a railway sleeper, and the first to climb somewhere she could see. A garden fence became her watchtower, her hunting ground, and her whole philosophy: stay high, look far, wave at anything interesting.
She has divided the fence into twelve beats and patrols them like a tiny sheriff with striped epaulets. Yesterday she spent forty minutes watching a cat. She has filed no report yet — the cat may still be under investigation.
Summer will end, the fence will freeze, and Zebra will tuck her egg sac into the warmest crack she knows. When the thaw comes, the fence will have new watchers — and they will already be watching you.
“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.
“One dawn Cellar found a single unfamiliar thread woven through her basement web — older than the house, older than the street. She vibrated it, and it vibrated back. Zebra watched the whole thing from the fence and filed her longest report ever; the thread is gone now, and the basement is quieter.”
Cellar's web caught a thread that wasn't hers.
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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