“The children squealed with delight to find the hairy Wolf Spider sunning itself on the barn door. They’d been ever so hungry all summer long and harvest seemed ever so far away. They trapped it under a milk pail and Momma pan fried it for dinner, seasoned with freshly cracked pepper and a squirt of citrus. She always knew how to make the most out of the simplest ingredients. Daddy, as head of family, feasted on the rich meaty abdomen and each of the children got two of the creature’s crunchy legs, a glorious repast. Momma, strangely enough, said she wasn’t hungry.”
© 2013 James Frederick Leach