Little Spider does not know love. As soon as little spider was born, the wind took her away, to find a place she could call her own.
The wind took her far, more than her little spider legs could ever carry her. She flew all over, from yard to yard. She was whisked over a fence, just barely missing it. There was a small dog in the yard, (although it was HUGE to out little spider) and as she passed by it, a dog snapped at her, his giant jaws clenching shut next to little spider’s tiny body. She carried on with her flight, going wherever the wind dared take her. At last she landed on a blade of grass. As she watched the current of wind blow away, past the trees and grass, she knew that wind, was the only thing that would ever embrace her liked that. Because she was a spider, and being a spider meant she was to live a life of solitude. So little spider wandered through the forest of grass, until she came to a fence. She climbed the fence all the way, and then went down the other side. That was where she made her home, on the other side of the fence. It was great there, all the other spiders left her alone, and there was plenty of food. Yes, our little spider had anything a little spider like her could ever want or need, and everything was how it seemed. Then one day, a huntsman decided to make residence on the very same fence. Little spider felt very intimidated, for not only was she a smaller and weaker species, but she was only a juvenile, and still immature. A few days passed, and already huntsman was top of the pecking order. Not only was e killing any spider he sees and eating them, but he was also taking all the other food! So little spider thought it best to leave. She wandered out of her hidey hole and ran down the fence at full boar. Just as she was about to reach the bottom, a set of fangs clamped down on her body. She turned slightly towards her attacker. It was what she had feared, the huntsman! The huntsman had a firm grip and wasn’t letting go. He started dragging her along, to his hole; to be eaten!
There was only one choice.
Only one thing she could do.
The one thing, that five minutes ago, she dreaded the very though of, it’s funny how scenarios change that quickly. She had to fight the huntsman. She wriggled and wriggled, but that only made the huntsman tighten his iron grip. She had to think. She had to outwit this beast. She became limp with fatigue. Her eyes closed, she twitched slightly. The huntsman had won...or so he thought. Her eyes flashed open, and she jumped and pulled. The huntsman was caught by surprise and let go. Little spider didn’t let this opportunity slip away; she bit the huntsman, injecting her poisonous venom into his body. The injured huntsman slinked away, but he was only half way up the fence, when his body stiffened and he tumbled to his death. He was dead...she was a hero...but she didn’t care. She was hurt. She sneaked off into the night. Next morning she found herself on a brick wall. She saw a hole in one of the bricks, and made a home there. Then there was a loud rumble as a sliding door opened and one of those ugly two legs came out. But she was too tired to care, she was badly injured, she wasn’t just on deaths doorstep, and had rung the doorbell, and put a sign on her saying, “take me, take me!” she forced herself out of the hole. She made another web near an outside light bulb, just underneath it, and then went back into her hole to sleep.
A few days passed until she finally woke up. She scrambled out of her hole and went to her spider web under the light bulb. Sure enough, it was full of bugs who were lured by the deathly light. She ate her fill.
Then there was another low rumble as a two-legged creeped out of the door, they left it open. Little spider crawled in the door…and that was little spider’s mistake. The door was closed, and she was trapped inside. She was there for a few hours, just sitting on the wall. Two-legs walked on by, but our little spider remained invisible until that is, an infant discovered her.
“MUUUMMMYYY!!!” she screeched. “SPIIDER!!!”
The infant’s mother came in along with her other two children. “eeew that’s the ugliest thing ive ever seen!” said the oldest one, a female.
“You’ve never looked in a mirror than have you?” teased the middle child, a male. The girl hit her brother. “Enough of that!” said the mother “Corey, go get the bug spray!”
“YEAH KILL IT!!!” said the brother; Corey with a lot of enthusiasm. He went and fetched the bug spray.
When he returned, he handed his mother the can of bug spray.
The mother accepted it, and pointed the nozzle to our little spider/ she applied pressure to the top, and without a second though, she sprayed little spider.
Little Spider was confused, what was this sticky substance that was washing all over her? She felt dizzy, and then a searing pain as the substance seeped into her wounds from the huntsman.
Her pain was magnified as another wave of the sticky stuff engulfed her body.
She fell to the ground.
She felt searing pain and pure fear….and then….nothing.
And this is where our brave little spider’s life slips away from her, or rather, was cruelly STOLEN from the ugly two-legs, or better known as man-kind.

I hope this gives you guys a different perspective on all the little guys....or anything that isnt human.