Over night, one busy entrepreneur was spinning his little heart out.
The web was coated with frost or I probably wouldn’t of even seen all the wild comings and goings of the arachnid. It had no rhyme or reason to the pattern. It was like he just had a wild hair and created a masterpiece for all too see.
I looked, but could not find my 8-legged Picasso, he was most likely sleeping after his very busy night.