The Grass Spider

by The Rudeboy

One one sun filled afternoon in May, I had decided to go out into my wooded backyard so I could commune with nature. In that I mean smoke my bong.

So, I left past my house, with my round plastic bong, the crystal ball, safely held in my hiking pack around my shoulder. Walking through the fence separating the woods from the yard, I began to move towards the thick area, laden with plants and shrubbery to hide my commune. Once in the perfect area, shielded on one side by a sharp earthy wall formed from the creek adjoined by a lazy tree filled slope on the other side, I sat and began preparing my bong on the dry creek floor.

I filled my home made orb with my normal swag grass. The simple leaves of the simplest plant, and lit the bowl with a wooden match, carefully putting it out it the dirt while inhaling my smoke from the ball. I held my breath and then exhaled, looking around while the vapors took me.

On a green twisted vine across the creek bed, I saw a grass spider sitting in the shade. The wisps of smoke I had taken in shifted me so that I pondered whether or not the spider had ever had herb before. I knew that spiders were carnivorous, and so it could not be that it had ever sampled the smoke. I decided that since the spider would never have the opportunity, that I would share some of my bongs smoke with it.

Taking a lung of the herb, I gently breathed the smoky spirals to my new woodland acquaintance.

There the spider stood, motionless.

It struck me odd since I had usually seen smoke irritate insects before. Then again the spider is an arthropod. The exoskeleton was most probably thick enough for the fanged web spinner to ignore the fumes passing by it.

Well, I decided not to continue to perturb my friend. I cleared the chamber, then, issuing the last of the bowl, I finished the commune and departed back to my home.

It wasn't until I crossed the fence that I realized the Grass Spider might have been used to Swag.