How fast that spider darts.
I hover over him with tweezers.
His eight legs double up.
I must seem like a bulldozing scooper from on high
Pinch him if he moves!
Who moves first I don’t know
But he’s gone.
Come out little fella.
Can’t you see I’m not going to eat you.
I want to see what makes you tick.
How you reproduce.
Oh don’t wave those hairy legs at me!
Gottcha!