Eat or

be eaten. That's what my friend Jill said when I bemoaned the death of a hummingbird moth at the grasp of a predator fly.

Today, I saw an eater and the eaten again, but not at first. It's hard to see the big picture when focusing on one thing -- in this case, a skipper oddly still, upright, on a basil stalk. Only when I downloaded the photos did I see what had not seen in person: the spider's legs. I drove back to the garden and looked more closely at what I had originally missed -- a somber scene of death and life locked in a dance of death. Eat, or be eaten, indeed.