(Editor's Note: This nonfictional account is dated Saturday, July 11th 2009 at 1:25p.m. which means I was with my love on her birthday. The description below mentions the video being attached here, but here is no longer Here, and thus it is actually not.)
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"Nature"
We finished our picnic lunch and she called to me.
"Look, Darling......Nature."
A wasp was struggling in a spiders web on the barn. He was a shade of blue we had never seen before.
"Tragic", we agreed.
But there was more...the spider herself had this mighty blue wasp in a deathgrip. Her long legs tried to wrap around Blue's wings and her mouth seemed be biting the neck.
"A battle royale!", we realized.
They wrangled for what seemed like hours. Finally, the struggle itself freed Blue from the web, but not the spider. She still clung to his neck as he crawled up the barn, searching for a proper spot to fly away to Freedom. That particular moment of the battle is captured by the pocketmachine, and attached here. This very email.
Afterwards, they did fly off, together. Attached in the throngs of battle. Did the violent flight finally shake the spider off of Blue's majestic body? Were the puncture wounds to his neck of a fatal nature? Would the devil spider ever again find her barn home?
Nature. In the sunny backyard, on a Saturday in July, is Free.
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