I am a hunter, and I hide in darkness. I am a jumper, silky safety harness. My eight eyes sparkle, but my eyesight lacks. I keep you house free from many pests.

I was discovered long ago I burn in every heart that dares I rise again when thunder flares

A classic shape; an unstoppable downfall. Sometimes both.

I can solve the the most incredulous of crimes. And I’m known to weave the most intricate of patterns. Sometimes I bite, I won’t let go and finally need cutting off.

I drink the sun but never thirst, I breathe in what you’d rather disperse. With water drawn from soil below, I make sweet fuel so life can grow. Green I wear, yet I do not roam, I turn light into life at home.