Feeding my spider friend

I rushed into the house to get the pincers my wife uses to pluck her eyebrows, and ran straight back to the patio outside my studio garage, where a crippled bee was laboriously crawling across the hot asphalt. I decided to contribute to the evolutionary process, and feed it to my pet spider. A beautiful specimen, yellow and reddish brown, nestled in the center of the glistening web it had constructed between the branches of the sage bushes just outside my studio window.

I tweaked it and stuck it onto the web; the spider (what name should I give it?) sprinted down and wrapped the bee in a silky sarcophagus, There, dinner is served.

While having a cup of java and a smoke I watch the feasting spectacle, and realize that I have actually interfered with evolution. I should have left the bee on the road and let the ants take care of it. And I have potentially weakened the genetic strain of spiderdom (no such word, I know) by making it too easy for the spider to find food.

Whatever, I love my spider, and the hell with evolution.

By the way, I really can’t come up with name for him, any ideas?