My daughter brought the garbage bin in from the street for the first time.
As she walked it to the gate, a sun spider ran across her ankle.
She screamed.
And she will probably never bring the trash bin in again.
By the way, sun spider is a misnomer – it’s not a real spider nor does it like the sun!
I used to be a nightshade,
slow to rise and rouse myself at daybreak,
active and alert by the light of the moon,
happy to be a nocturnal brute
but mothering lent solitude only at dawn,
and I craved the quiet and calm,
So I rose with the sun and sometimes aforetime,
and now I wilt early – often before nine!
Kismet 