There was a golden orb spider on the way from my house to the train station. Every day I'd say hello for months, and I watched her grow and notice every time she changed her web. I noticed one day that she had started collecting huge numbers of flies, but didn't seem to be eating them. So I called her Piggy. One day on my way home I found why she had been saving all of those flies for no apparent reason - Piggy had given birth to about 15 little piglets. A week later, as I was on my way home I noticed Piggy's web wasn't where it normally is. She sometimes moves, so I wasn't worried. Then, next to a discarded beer bottle cap, I saw Piggy's mangled body, violently twisted in her own home around a stick, along with her children. Some drunk bastard had killed her, and her kids. Lately I've noticed some new webs growing in the same areas, and I was happy to spot a few of the piglets had lives, and were building new homes. But I still miss Piggy. And I hate the careless people who murdered her. RIP, Piggy.

As do I... As do I.
I wish, to one day, train beetles to sumo wrestle.
Champloo reference