Post date: Apr 23, 2010 6:52:29 AM
He was slightly creepy, yet incredibly awesome. The arches of his spindly legs suspended him approximately half an inch off the ground. He turned with the eerily precise mechanics of a swiss clock, a movement more usually reserved for the abominations of man, not the wonders of the arachnid world. He turned, with sets of two legs, the front of one side, the back of the other, about ten degrees. Carefully picking them up, and touching them down in an elegant dance. This process was repeated with care until he faced the way he wanted to, and took a deliberate step away from my door, as if to say "move along, I won't be crawling in your room tonight." So went and brushed my teeth. I returned to my room passing the spider on the way. I would be long in bed before he reached his destination, whatever it may be, to dream that I too could move with the elegant glide of his eight-legged walk.