A few days ago I found this little fella making his way across my piece of paper.

He made me jump a little as I didn't see him at first.

I wasn't scared though.

He was just a little spider lost in this big world.

So I watched him.

Admired the details.

Realised how cute he was.

I caught him.

Watched him run across my hand tickling me ever so slightly with his little legs.

I took him downstairs, and placed him outside on a blade of grass.

Like most little critters that find themselves on my hand, he didn't want to move.

So I gently blew him off.

Bless him.