Sun came out, and I walked on my feet and heard with my ears. I ate the bits, the bits stayed down, and I work. I function like I'm a girl. I hate it because I know it'll go away. The sun goes dark and chaos has come again. Bits. Fluids. What am I?!
Madness string 935
It is estimated that the world's 25 million tons of spiders kill 400–800 million tons of prey per year.