Small Tragedy

The other day I was writing on my grocery list (it's a notepad magnetically hanging on the refrigerator), when I realized I was being watched by a small spider sitting on the top--on the binding--of the list. To see him so close to my hand surprised me greatly. He and I decided that we both wanted to be left alone, and he was cute (those little jumping black fuzzy ones that sometimes have dots. This one had a red-orange abdomen area instead of having spots, but that's beside the point), so we parted ways. I may have seen him later somewhere in the skylight or something.

Anyway, I just came upstairs from my surprise of this morning, cleaning up a glass bottle I knocked onto the concrete floor, and I saw a little shrunken black fuzzy pile of a corpse on the kitchen floor, directly under the skylight. A quick examination confirmed that this was the same type of spider as was resting on my grocery list the other day. I assume it was in fact the same spider.

A touch of sadness fell over me as I remembered our last encounter. I looked upward to see from whence he might have fallen, and I saw another small spider (not the same friendly fuzzy type but a leggier kind) dangling from a strand in the skylight. It seemed suspicious to me that this smaller spider made his appearance upon the death of the fuzzy spider... but that's just me jumping to conclusions. Maybe he was trying to see if he was all right. Anyway, I just wanted to take a moment and this space to tell the small tragic tale of the fuzzy spider. A moment please, in honor of this individual? ... Thank you.