Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1905-05-30
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too many OF them in this cell OF mine.
It is my great pleasure to watch one OF
them alignt on my hand, and just as he
mas braced his ugly legs. thrust out his
poisoned dagger and bored into me. to
smIte him gently but frmly-not kill
him. but only to crumple him UP a Bit so
that he cannot fly and still can kick Wig
orously. Then l take him by one wing
and delicately touch him against the
web OF one of my small spideTs-nOt one
OF the very tiniest. for they are afraid
Of anything larger than a nudge. The
mosquito sticks Immediately TO the
gummy thread. He kicks and whirls
about IN an ecstasy Of Well-deseTVed ter
ror. The little spider. sitting Jumped
up and apparently asleep at the other
end OF the web, springs up and thrusts
out all his legs. I can actually see him
culver with excitement. He runs down
the web until he is an inch from the mos
quito, stops and Jerhs the thread sharp
ly half a dozen times. The mosquito
autters again. The little spider goes
quite wild. He doesn't dare 10 rush o.
the prey, tut jerks the threads, until be-
tween the two the net seems in danger
0f being torn to pieces. Sometimes fear
gets the betLer OF him. and just as he is
about t. tUucn the mosquito he turns
and PUSHES franticaiIy away to hide in
creyice. IN a moment he is out again,
however, as ii ashamed Of his cOwardice.
He advances resolutely, jerking the
thread as he comes, and at last springs
On his victim with all the ferOcity in his
wicked little body, runs quickly ali over
The mosquito ties down the fiuttering
wings and settles to his feast without
;urther ceremony.
The biggest spider in the window is
very different person. She is as
large as Dea-a marrowfat pea. She
has the best place. and the sanniest
corner, and her web spreads over
nearly ICOt OF space. It's threads are
so large and thick that the biggest fly
is doomed when he gets into it. | call
her Mrs. jacobson be au she re-
minds me so much OF a lady | know.
The lady is so ufty, and so rich, and
so calm, and so greedy, and so well
content IN the ass, ran tn every
thing she mas is so much finer and bet
ter than anything neT neighbOrs have.
My Mrs. Jacobson is evidently the
richest and greatest per5 n in the
window She posses ses two great
treasures, which she keeps close to-
Gether II Z % Oh e web in 81
angle Of the sash, surounde by a
dense netW Ork threats. They are
TWO a Sc brow bass, ea~h j. big as
herself, ana whatever is in them must
be very va uabl - for she 81 S all day
| & e cen them, ching one with
each hand. She is very business-like.
and doesn't waste any time when a fly
gets into her web. She never runs
away to hide. She never rushes aim
lessly back and forth, jerking the
threads and trying to screw up her
courage. She goes to her fly as Tar
taTin went to the lion, as you will
Apes" and when she reaches him she
thrusts out first one and then another
of her long, skinny arms, first over
him, then under The fly whirIs
around like the arms of a windmill,
actually screaming, his buzz is so loud
and wild and shrill and despairing.
But he is done for. Mrs. jacobson pro-
ceeds calmly, methodically, relentless
ly. First a leg is fastened tight to his
body, then wing, and in a minute he
is encased in a neat white shroud of
threads and can't move an eyeIasb.
When he is completely helpless she
takes him to the corner near her
precious bags, and, if she is not
hungry (and she is already fat enough.
in all cOnscience), she hangs him up
in her cupboard, maybe with one or
two others which are there. Then she
goes back to her treasures, and sits
listening remOrselessly to his gradually
weakening screams, which sound like
the wind in very small keyhole.
Mrs. Jacobsons dinner occupies
appears to simply cut a thread and
the fly, IN his little shroud, at once
drops from the web to the window sill
dow. There is nothing left of him
but little shell. A touch of my f1ger
brushes it to powder.
But here comes the man l dread
the porter-with a broom. That fell
low seems to be beset with a determin-
alton to clean" my window, and
believe he thinks l am crazy because l
don't wish him to do it. Of course l
can't tell him why He would think
me crazier than ever. But he sha'n't
clean it.-N. o. Times-Democrat.
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