Beautiful As It Was...

...I watched it crawl down the porch rail and onto the deck.

Wicked-quick little creature, it skittered towards me, on six, ink-black legs, antennae twitching, sending out sonar, perchance to locate food for it's un-born young.

I stepped aside.

Scarlet thoraxed, I easily tracked it across jade-green blades of grass that glistened... dewey, in the morning sun, as it left the porch.

And then...


I squished that fukker!