A very tiny spider pranced around atop my head. It shimmied down my earlobe, and then dangled from a thread. It scurried down my shoulder, and then scuttled down my arm, While I watched with much amusement, since it clearly meant no harm.
Oh, where do spiders wander when they walk across the floor? Do they have a spider family waiting just outside the door? I hope its web is warm and soft when the day comes to an end. Farewell, good bye, and bon voyage, my very tiny friend.