It was perhaps one of the most beautiful spiders I'd ever seen. A tiny thing, which looked like a tarantula. It was mostly black, with a dabs of white on its abdomen, front legs, and jaws. Tiger stripes and yin and yang. I reached down to pick it it up, since it appeared lost and confused on the walk. It was barely the size of my thumbnail.
"Hello, my pretty," I whispered as I drew it close.
We looked at each other for a few heartbeats. Two eyes to eight. Alien to alien. There was no fear.
I set the spider down on a fencepost. It would be safer there. Not all creatures that walk on two legs are as tolerant of arachnids as I. This is something I find sad, but mei fei tsu. Being vertebrate-centric is annoying, but certainly not something I can really do anything about.
The spider scampered down the fencepost quickly, disappearing into the budding foliage of a nearby sidewalk garden. There was no offense taken in the haste of its exit. After all, it was out hunting. I inclined my head slightly, in fact, because, I swear, I heard it thank me for helping it across the walk.