CHAPTER FOUR
There are lots and lots of parties and lavish balls- our own- and the ones in Dublin Ireland. We stole into Dublin Ireland through the man holes underneath the streets; we were careful we did not get ran over by an approaching stage coach or become trampled to death underneath the feet of horses pulling a horse carriage. And we were extra careful we didn't get caught ascending into the street from the man hole by one of the Irish. We arrived through the cleanest parts of the man hole and we were always dressed in our best clothes. Our clothes never looked wrinkled or dirty.
We blended well with the Irish at their lavish balls because our appearance was so similar to humans, and our names were like theirs too- everything was perfect- our dark secret was safe- the Irish would never know that we are supernatural spiders. Although there was that one time we came close to being discovered by a small group of Irish- both male and female- it was during the time of the summer garden ball on the first day of June at DRIMNAGH castle in Dublin Ireland. The Irish was heading that way and so were we. There were four of us, Charles WALCKENAER and his date Kate TROMBICULA and my date RUPAUA SICARIIDAE, ARATA SICARIDIIDAE'S sister and myself ROman THERIDIIDAE. RUPAULA was so excited to be joining us for her first time going into Dublin Ireland to a ball and so she took lead a few inches ahead of the three of us; the four of us came to the iron steps that lead to the man hole, and the instant we were at the top of the stairs and we became very quiet just in case the Irish happened to be standing near or surrounding the man hole.
RUPAULA lift the lid covering the man hole up easy and took a quick peek to make sure that no one was there before she and the rest of us climbed through the man hole and entered the streets. All of a sudden, a small group of Irish came round the corner- chattering away and smiling nicely- and headed straight toward the man hole; RUPAULA shrieked high like a rat and quick ducked her pretty baby fine Auburn-red hair- RUPAULA wore a fancy spider hat on her head- back into the man hole and dropped the lid with a quick thump like it might have been a hot potato and she was glad to be rid of it as if it burnt the skin on both her index finger and her middle finger and thumb. RUPAULA turned to us and said, sounding and looking a bit disappointed.
"Oh my lord, there's a small group of Irish headed this way and they may have seen me I think! Oh I sure hope that they haven't seen me peeking from the man hole." RUPAULA SICARIIDAE spoke like a sad eye, frightened teen and she nibbled nervous on her index figer in between talking to all of us. "I am so sorry for I did not mean to let the Irish see me, honestly I did not mean to Roman, you have to forgive me, I-"
"That will be ok RUPAULA..." I hushed her up quick. "You don't have to be fearful no one will be to bother you, at least none of us." I convinced her.
RUPAULA is my lover and I did not want her to be neither afraid of anyone or anything nor did I want her to be the least bit worried.
"I don't think the Irish saw us after all, for if they had the Irish would have come for us by now." I held RUPAULA close to my heart and caressed her bold and beautiful pale-yellow skin softly.
There were no more words from her only a whimper could be heard from RUPAULAS' lips. The delay was a disappointment to her.
"Now, now..." I said fatherly patting her back soft like she was my precious darling daughter, and then I said to RUPAULA and the others. "We'll wait here underneath ground for a little while and then when we think it's safe we'll try to go inot Dublin Ireland once more."
On our second attempt into Dublin Ireland we used the signaling-snare technique of a web without spinning a web at all just to be on the safe side. We used surpassive speed to carry us the remainder of the way across the clean streets- we have great speed like that of the dead.
