An Ode to the Noble Black Widow Spider

Oh Latrodectus Tredecimguttatus,

Oh Latrodectus Tredecimguttatus,

Wherefore art thou Oh Latrodectus Tredecimguttatus?

Oh, Over yonder art though, feasting upon the male,

Whose life, upon mating, doth flutter away like a vapid moth,

And join a myriad of other life, flowing through the aetheric currents,

To be one with all and all with none, no fate more wonderful can be imagined!

Ah, but what splendorous rhapsody it must be,

To be such a spider, destined for such a fate,

Ah, but who could forget,

What sublimity it must be,

Such a fate is one to be desired,

To mate in ecstatic splendor,

And be devoured whole head-first, In the morning,

Ah, but no one should lament the loss of such a specimen,

For such glorious things do transpire because of it's noble sacrifice,

For it shalt live on, in our hearts and minds forevermore,

And also by its deeds, remembered in its brood,

Remembered in all the future head-devouring spiders,

Remembered in all there head-less males,

Oh! But such a tragedy as well,

Such a lively spider, struck down in it's prime,

Never again, to look at the dawn,

As it ensconces a fly in a silky vice,

Before draining it of its innards,

Never again to look with envy upon the other males,

As they mate and have their heads eaten,

Never again to walk many-legged down the branch,

Pondering its own mortality,

Ah, but what a fate it now has,

To be eaten,

And in being eaten provide nourishment,

For the female she gestates her many-eyed brood,

And lays upwards of 700 eggs,

What a wonderful Fate!!

To be literally a part of its children,

And their children and so on forevermore!

Ah, to be a part of all nature,

And die in such a rhapsodical way,

Such a fate as the noble Black Widow,

No greater can be desired.

The End

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