Out in my garden:

Did You Know:
- A bee has 5 eyes. Three simple eyes on the top of its head, and 2 big compound eyes on each side of the head. They cannot focus their eyes because they have no pupils.
- Each of the bees 6 legs has 5 main joints. Imagine having arthritis if you were a bee!
- A bee can fly forward, sideways and backwards, as well as hover in one place.
When the bee comes to your house, let her have beer; you may want to visit the bee's house some day. ~ Congo Proverb
On the kitchen deck:

Did You Know:
- A strand of spider silk long enough to circle the Earth would weigh less than one pound.
- A spider web is stronger than a steel wire of the same thickness.
- When its web gets old, torn or is no longer sticky, a spider often eats it and turns the old silk into fresh new strands.
I dread success. To have succeeded is to have finished one's business on earth, like the male spider, who is killed by the female the moment he has succeeded in his courtship. I like a state of continual becoming with a goal in front and not behind. ~ George Bernard Shaw
If you want to live and thrive, let the spider run alive. ~ American Quaker Saying

My fourth grade teacher, Mrs. Wilson, read
Charlotte's Web aloud to us. A chapter each afternoon following the lunch recess. I buried my head in my arms on my desk and cried when Charlotte died. I
loved that spider!
"I will not be going back to the barn," she said.Wilbur leapt to his feet. "Not going back?" he cried. "Charlotte, what are you talking about?""I'm done for," she replied. "In a day or two I'll be dead......Hearing this, Wilbur threw himself down in an agony of pain and sorrow. Great sobs racked his body. He heaved and grunted with desolation. "Charlotte," he moaned. "Charlotte! My true friend!" (I felt every heave and sob of Wilbur's.)
Then, a few pages later:
"Good-bye!" she whispered. Then she summoned all her strength and waved one of her front legs at him.She never moved again. Next day, as the Ferris wheel was being taken apart and the race horses were being loaded into vans and the entertainers were packing up their belongings and driving away in their trailers, Charlotte died. The fair grounds were soon deserted. The sheds and buildings were empty and forlorn. The infield was littered with bottles and trash. Nobody, of the hundreds of people that had visited the Fair, knew a grey spider had played the most important part of all. No one was with her when she died.Man. Still brings a tear to my eye. All these years later.
Good grief! I have to admit that I was never able to read this book out loud to my own children. Nope. They had to read it
themselves.So think twice next time you scream in terror and wallop that friendly spider in the bathtub with a magazine!