The other day I watched a spider build its web. Let me be clear, I am not a spider enthusiast, in fact, I am willing to admit I am arachnophobic. Yet, I sat there and watched him work (I have no clue the gender of said spider, but for the sake of this column, it’s a dude and I named him George).
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