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The orbweaver, like almost everything else in nature, seems miraculous. In my yard, it only migrated into my life a few years ago. Suddenly I could not exit my house without finding a web around my face. Yet when I examined the designer closely, I found a spider with colors and arrangement more like a piece of candy than anything intending harm. Indeed, my inconvenience seems less than that of the spider, whose dinner table I have destroyed. Yet, the next morning, with greater persistence than I can brag, the toy spider looks back at me from a new, equally ornate and precious home in the same place.