Spiderwoman by Louise Bourgois.
The Fabric of Myth
Compton Verney, 2010
This morning when I left the house I walked into a giant spider's web. I did that demented dance one does when this occurs: arms flailed, head was smashed and much jumping about. It's ridiculous because an onlooker can't see why you're frantic. It looks like you've lost your mind. Then I found the spider and yelped as it started to crawl upwards. It was the size of a small petal. I am a chicken.