The morning started with me being woken by the screams of those blasted seagulls that had put me in this position of vagrancy. I could see through the small opening in the bunker that it was daylight. As I looked around my heart sank. How could I have got myself into this position. I was a house cat, without a single feral bone in in my body. How was I going to survive?
Looking closer at my surroundings, I noticed that I was sharing my overnight accommodation with my potential breakfast. A huge cobweb had been painstakingly created and caught in its sticky construction was a plethora of flies. These specimens were both large and small, with at least three still alive. This was going to be my long awaited first meal since leaving the house over a day ago. I didn't even hesitate. Jumping up with enthusiastic excitement I casually walked over to the web and plucked off each fly, one by one, from their imprisonment and devoured them all. Not much of a meal you may say, though when one hasn't eaten for over 24 hours anything is a welcomed meal.
Then, out of the corner of my eye I noticed what can only be described as a huge, very perplexed and angry spider. The creative director of this food trap. It didn't move, it just stared. Stared some more, oh and then some more. So much so that I thought it had collapsed and died with the stress of losing his evening's catch. Just then I noticed movement from one of his eight, very long legs.
Spiders typically have eight walking legs (insects have six). They do not have antennae; the pair of appendages in front of the legs are the pedipalps (or just palps) Spiders legs are made up of seven segments. Starting from the body end, these are the coxa, trochanter, femur, patella, tibia, metatarsus and tarsus.
Thought you'd like to know.
At this stage I cared less about the spider's angst and more about my half empty stomach. Without a thought I quickly approached my eight-legged, hostile opposition. Then, as fast as lightning I opened my jaw as far as I could and gobbled this mass of Cephalothorax and pedipalps. (Keep up).
Well that was it. I was now officially feral. Not something I was proud of, though my stomach was. With a full tummy and a new-found confidence I headed out from within the bunker that had been my home and morning cafe to face the world and embrace what the day ahead may bring.