In the middle of this…

I came across this:

Eentsy Teensy Spider.
Had he crawled up through the snow?
Fallen off someone’s pant leg?
He was barely moving in his peri-cryogenic state.

I didn’t know what to do, but it seemed a lonely way to die, freezing to death far from anything you know, on snow like a raw oyster on a platter. So I put him in a tissue and brought him a place where 3 wintry terrains met: snow, water, and MUD.

Of course, I may have merely presented him to a bird as a an unexpected snack, replete with napkin. But sometime you just have to try.

Hope you made it, Spidey!

Or at least felt loved on your way out.

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