She’s been building since the weather turned mild. We’re stuck inside for the time being, waiting for the new pressure suits to arrive. I just sit at the observation window and watch.
The lab named her Latrodectus phobos. I call her Charlotte.
She’s about the width of my palm with a trefoil-shaped body. Four spindly legs sprout from each fuzzy mass, diligent at their task.
I am completely mesmerized.
The top corner of my window boasts an intricate lacework of silvers and rose-golds.
In the center, if you squint just right, I swear you can make out the letter “T.”