After my recent wine tasting I was sat in my friends garden munching on cheese and french bread (ah that's the life!) and out of the blue said 'Why are spiders ugly?'. Was it alcohol fuelled ramblings or true philosophical musings? Who knows. What it did do though was give me an idea for a story.
It's just a little one with a daughter and grandfather pondering that very question. I was conscious of this one becoming too didactic so tried to tone down the explanations as to why the spider has evolved to become a hairy, leggy, eight eyed horror (yes I hate spiders, even though they serve a very useful purpose).
Enjoy
The Imaginary Scrapbook
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