Caught in the Web


Mid-May. I’m cleaning out the shed behind our suburban home, and look up to see three spider egg sacs clinging to a board over the door. Soon the specks of spider body and teeny segmented legs will crawl out of the silken balls. I think of the famous spider story my Mom read to me, and we read to our children. Near the end of the book, Charlotte weaves her egg sac and then dies. Readers grow to love her, but then must watch her die alone.

“Nobody, of the hundreds of people that had visited the Fair, knew that a…


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