Libé marveled at the graceful beauty with which the spider danced trough the sky.
He was no great fan of the creepy crawlies, and spiders on his skin made his skin crawl.
But he was one to apreciate their beauty from a small distance, and never killed them, picking them up with a piece of paper and moving them out of the house. This spider however, was slightly too big for a tissue.

It's size, color and movements screamed magic to Libé. In it's many eyes, was that gleam a hint of intelligence?
He spread his arms to the side and slowly heightened the half meter diameter pillar he was seated on.
When he was at roughly 10 meters up he could look at the spider from somewhat closer by, at eye level.
"Hello. I am Libé. What mesmerizing patterns are you making."