The Spider and the Bee

Once there was a spider. She knew herself to be a spider. She watched the way other spiders devoured their prey. She watched the way other spiders could be swept away and crushed, but she also saw the beauty in every web, every creature, and everything within and beyond the webs as well.

Once there was a bee. He knew himself to be a bee. He watched the way other bees swarmed and stung. He watched the way other bees slaved for an apathetic queen then died alone fighting the strange and unknown, but he also saw the beauty and sweetness of every honeycomb, every creature, and everything within and beyond the hives as well.

The spider and the bee became friends. Both were apprehensive at first, for while they saw much beauty in one another, all spiders know that bees can sting, and all bees know of the spiders' deathly tangle. What's more, this spider and this bee each feared her and his own true nature far more than that of the other's.

"Hello, Spider," the bee would say.
"Hello, Bee," would reply the spider.
"Beautiful day," would say the bee.
"Beautiful world," would say the spider.
"Huge world," would say the bee.
"Terrifying world," would say the spider.
"Lonely world," would say the bee.
"Indeed," would say the spider.

One day, after many months of their usual exchange, the spider changed her answer.

"Hello, Spider," said the bee, as usual.
"Hello, Bee," said the spider, as usual.
"Beautiful day," said the bee.
"Beautiful world," said the spider.
"Huge world," said the bee.
"Terrifying world," said the spider.
"Lonely world," said the bee. But the spider said,
"It doesn't have to be. I could keep you company."
"Oh." The bee thought for a moment. "Can I sit with you on your web?"

The spider thought for a moment, too. She cared for the bee and wanted nothing more than for him to come into her web, but she wanted to get to know the bee better within her web. She did not to devour him and leave his empty shell of a carcass like so many other spiders did, and like even she had done in the past.

"Yes, come sit with me," she said.

The bee flew into the spider's web and landed gently beside her. His buzzing made the whole web vibrate with a hypnotic calm. She wrapped a long spindly leg around him to see he was truly there. He sighed and buzzed louder, so she put another leg around him. Now she could feel his wings against the bottoms of her feet. They were such gentle but solid things, not at all like the rainbow wings of dew that would stretch across sections of her web in the morning or after a rain. She curled two more legs to envelop him.

All this closeness, and she so much like a flower unfolding leg by leg, the bee began to pollinate. The spider began to spin.
"I hope I am not adding to the terror of the world," said the bee.
"Only to its beauty," said the spider.

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Shit. Now what?