each day sobeille grew stronger. her strength was not in her first breath, but in her resolve.
soon her eyes would open and drink in the wonders of the world.
phidippus johnsoni. a small and agile thing, known for its cleverness and the fact its body plan has remained unchanged for some fifty million years. not even wolves came close to that span of existence, for their order rose from canid-like creatures a mere one million years ago. phidippus johnsoni was no wolf, though it possessed the cunning of one.
a female rested on a thick bough of red bearberry. in the fall the leaves of this plainnt would not turn -- instead it would be one of few evergreens that retained its winsome green color. shielded by the tall spines of thousands of douglas fir, the bearberry often enjoyed a niche partnership with these ancient pines, bedding the forest floor with their lush color.
they were a haven for insects of every order, and in turn, haven for small jumping spiders like ajana.
ajana was six months old. her carapace was dark black, her chelicerae a bright crowfeather's teal iridescence. her abdomen was the color of the bearberries which attracted her prey -- which gave her camouflage among the silver-green leaves.
four of ajana's eyes were front facing and unusually large; she could see in full 360 vision, jump in any direction, and move with the alarming speed of an ambush predator.
now, her eyes fastened on the form of a beet leafhopper. its tan wings fluttered as it worried the cherry-red surface of the bearberry's fruit.
ajana waited until its yellowed wings had sheathed and its wedge-shaped body had turned. she listened for the reverberation of the leafhopper's stylet as it punctured fruit, sucking bright forms of juice from its flesh.
it was then ajana collected six of her eight legs beneath her and leapt, teal chelicerae bared like fangs as she fell upon her newest meal.
sobeille woke with a little start. she yawned, a flash of her pink tongue bared to the world. she felt the warmth of her maman, the comfort of three fat and healthy siblings -- all seemed right in her small world.
outside sobeille's den two little translucent wings fell in silence from a branch above, fluttering to the earth in spirals.
soon her eyes would open and drink in the wonders of the world.
* * *
phidippus johnsoni. a small and agile thing, known for its cleverness and the fact its body plan has remained unchanged for some fifty million years. not even wolves came close to that span of existence, for their order rose from canid-like creatures a mere one million years ago. phidippus johnsoni was no wolf, though it possessed the cunning of one.
a female rested on a thick bough of red bearberry. in the fall the leaves of this plainnt would not turn -- instead it would be one of few evergreens that retained its winsome green color. shielded by the tall spines of thousands of douglas fir, the bearberry often enjoyed a niche partnership with these ancient pines, bedding the forest floor with their lush color.
they were a haven for insects of every order, and in turn, haven for small jumping spiders like ajana.
ajana was six months old. her carapace was dark black, her chelicerae a bright crowfeather's teal iridescence. her abdomen was the color of the bearberries which attracted her prey -- which gave her camouflage among the silver-green leaves.
four of ajana's eyes were front facing and unusually large; she could see in full 360 vision, jump in any direction, and move with the alarming speed of an ambush predator.
now, her eyes fastened on the form of a beet leafhopper. its tan wings fluttered as it worried the cherry-red surface of the bearberry's fruit.
ajana waited until its yellowed wings had sheathed and its wedge-shaped body had turned. she listened for the reverberation of the leafhopper's stylet as it punctured fruit, sucking bright forms of juice from its flesh.
it was then ajana collected six of her eight legs beneath her and leapt, teal chelicerae bared like fangs as she fell upon her newest meal.
* * *
sobeille woke with a little start. she yawned, a flash of her pink tongue bared to the world. she felt the warmth of her maman, the comfort of three fat and healthy siblings -- all seemed right in her small world.
outside sobeille's den two little translucent wings fell in silence from a branch above, fluttering to the earth in spirals.
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