We who read Ageless Children’s Literature seldom see a spider without thinking of the dark gang of arachnids from Mirkwood or the gentle, gray Charlotte. We look on the spider and think, friend or foe? We wrestle with whether we love, hate, or simply fear the creature, and perhaps, (because we are very well read), we find we have enough courage to keep from smashing her, allowing her to be, and opening the door to the real life fairy tale of spiders. At least, when said spider is in the garden and not in the house…
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