We admired her day and night. We found that we could see the magnificent web through our kitchen window. She was a study in God's care for the least of creatures, as well as His attention to color and detail. But she wasn't a part of the family until the day we started feeding her. We began ending our evening walks with family grasshopper-catching races. We squealed with delight as she wrapped her prey at lightning speeds. We watched the movie, and prepared ourselves for the time that she would lay her eggs, and when she did, we had the bittersweet talk about what would happen next. And then one day it did.
We found her beautiful intricate body where it had fallen under her web, and made a bed for her out of a scooby doo band-aid box. We dug a hole and placed it inside, each of us adding a bit of dirt to her grave. We talked about the fact that her body would turn to dirt that would soon be helping flowers grow. We talked about the fact that her job was done. She had left new spiders in place to catch next year's bugs. And most especially we talked about what we loved the most about Charlotte.
Ethan liked to give her bugs to eat.
Emma liked the way the raindrops sparkled on her web after it rained.