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By DANA WILDE "What's this?" my wife said. She held up a shiny, speckled red ball about the size of an acorn. Me being the amateur naturalist and science fictionist in the house, and everybody else being merely curious, she expected I'd have an answer, or at least a weird guess. "I have no idea," I said. "Where did you get it?" "Jack found it in the grass by the Shed." She handed it to me. It was smooth and looked like some kind of fruit or nut, although it had no apparent stem end. I...
- A spider.
- Figuratively, a peevish, testy, ill-natured person.