What the Spider Did
By ice rivers
After the puncture, while his insides were turning to liquid and just before his final breath Ray, still expecting to become a bird, thought his final thought. This is what he thought:
It could have been worse.
Lisa, on the other hand, continued to be more mature than Ray. Lisa had moved beyond contemplations of breeding and feeding and had moved towards contemplations of death and deliverance but not in that order.
Lisa observed the death of Ray. She felt no sadness.Ray had done his job. She still needed to do hers. She needed to deliver the eggs that she and Ray had created.
She knew she was going to die.
Ray, in his immmaturity, had considered himself immortal with death merely another stage of metamorphasis.
Ray's immaturity prevented him from the fear of death.
Lisa was afraid to die.
Lisa knew that her life was incomplete.
Lisa had learned what a spider is and the part a spider can play in deathmaking.
Lisa knew she was next.
Her eggs would die with her.
It couldn't get any worse.
The spider returned and rappeled down the silk towards the moth that I had raised on poisoned peas.
Poison's a funny thing. Poison consists of chemicals. After we ingest poison, our liver uses enzymes to convert those chemicals into poisons. If we don't have the enzymes that convert the chemicals into poisons than the chemicals within the poison are of no threat to us.
The moth was missing the enzymes that would turn the chemicals from the peas into poison but the spider possessed those enzymes in spades.
If the spider ate the moth whose innards she had already liquified, there would be no problem.
If the spider ate he second moth, there would be a big problem.
Death by poison for Mona
Death by liquidity for Lisa.
Choices, decisions, consequences.
The spider was all fangs and palps.
The moth was all vulnerability except for the wild card of hidden toxicity.
The spider decided that she didn't want the moth. She backed off. She began cutting. She took the thread with her palps and put it in her mouth. She cut a perfect window in the web with her sharp fangs.
The moth fell free from the web.
The moth took flight.
The spider returned to her watch.
I found out what the spider would do.
Spiders will do what Mona did.
They recognize poison when they sense it and hungry is better than dead, especially with delicious Ray a goner in the silk.