I had a Mission Supervisor in the Air Force back in the early 60s. He might have been 40+, but he seemed older than water to the troops. He had been stationed in Brazil during WW2. He was a commo guy at an air base out in the bush where they serviced aircraft that were on their way to Africa. He told me once that he was taking a break at sunrise. He was sitting on the steps of the radio shack when he noticed some movement in the grass. An Early Bird was going for the Worm, when he became the prey and not the predator. A spider about the size of a manhole cover jumped the poor bird and the bird became Bre’r Spider’s breakfast.