The vineyards roll like waves across the valley and lap at the feet of distant blue-
‘What are they doing? Why do they rush around like that?’
For a spider, Spinny is often very inquisitive.
‘Oh, you know, they’ve jobs to do and fun to have. Dreams to chase and time to pass. Just surviving, I suppose.’
This makes Spinny frown, a tricky manoeuvre. ‘It’s easy for you to say “just surviving”. You make it sound trivial. Surviving is hard.’
I see there are no flies in the web today.
‘I’m sorry, you’re right.’
Spinny sniffs. ‘You humans with your neo-
‘But that’s a good thing, isn’t it? I mean, not having to worry about surviving all the time. It gives us the chance to do other things.’
About half a dozen eyebrows are raised at this. ‘Such as?’
‘Well, like… trying to understand the world around us.’
‘Understanding. Yes, OK, that would be good.’ Spinny glances at the empty web. ‘But is that all?’
There’s a fly landing on my arm. I catch it discreetly and stick it on the web while Spinny’s not looking.
‘Well, I suppose that it’s sometimes nice to share things, too.’
The fly’s struggles to escape alert Spinny, who crawls across the web towards it,
‘Yes, surviving, understanding and sharing. Good things to do.’
Please come in and take a look around our cave. Just catch hold of Spinny to enter.
Francis Goode lives here