I shivered but couldn’t make my legs run away. The howling was beautiful. The soft gray fur and the poise. But the eight legs and eight eyes were horrendous. How could I love an animal that scared the beejezus out of me? And here I was now wondering. Will it attack me? Maybe it senses my terror. That’s when it spat something that looked like white foam from its mouth. Towards me. In seconds I was a cocoon of that silky but unpleasant substance. Now I was sure it was going to kill me.