"It's my Magnum Opus"
All summer we have been watching a beautiful "writing spider" weave her web on the side of our house. Of course we named her Charlotte. Every morning, Charlotte re-wove her web and created the distinctive weaving in the middle where she sat waiting for insects of any size to stumble into her trap. She devoured them all. In the book Charlotte's Web by E.B. White, Wilbur is horrified by the bloodthirsty nature of his friend. Charlotte replied that if it weren't for spiders, the world would be overrun by insects. We are thankful to Charlotte that she killed her fair share of flies. During the summer, we posted pictures of Charlotte and watched her grow to what seemed an enormous size. Our nieces and nephews kept track of her growth, and marveled at her beauty and excellent writing skills. We knew that when the days of summer came to an end, it would be time for Charlotte to create her egg sac and she would die. This morning, I w...